<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430</id><updated>2012-02-09T15:45:35.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticks and Stones</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-8312494383684486187</id><published>2011-11-13T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T15:38:35.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official. Facebook hates me.</title><content type='html'>Just got Facebook Timeline and I swear the thing hates me. Took me a little over an hour to sort out the posts, and don't get me started on the photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Now playing: Fix You - Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;If you don't know how to fix it, don't break it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-8312494383684486187?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/8312494383684486187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=8312494383684486187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8312494383684486187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8312494383684486187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-official-facebook-hates-me.html' title='It&apos;s official. Facebook hates me.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-240175019320530219</id><published>2011-11-06T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:06:37.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refresh. Refresh. Disappear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-240175019320530219?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/240175019320530219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=240175019320530219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/240175019320530219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/240175019320530219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2011/11/refresh-refresh-disappear.html' title='Refresh. Refresh. Disappear.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-2351787151307429230</id><published>2011-08-11T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:24:42.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day high!</title><content type='html'>I had my first official lecture this afternoon and it was fun, the parts where I was awake at least. The lecture wasn't boring or anything, in fact it was rather interesting since the lecturer's American and we all know how hilarious American professors could be (he's potty mouthed, said so himself). It's like a breath of fresh air when he started speaking - it's been a while since I've heard good spoken English. I also found it amusing that my Japanese Studies module has Americans as lecturers and tutors, spare for one Japanese lady, who is apparently one of the fastest runners in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I already bought all my books and course notes yesterday. The queue outside the co-op was so loooooong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now playing: Linger - The Cranberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Note to self: you're paying your fees this time so make it count!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-2351787151307429230?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/2351787151307429230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=2351787151307429230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2351787151307429230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2351787151307429230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-high.html' title='First day high!'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-8692925858107065190</id><published>2011-08-06T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T13:01:24.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school.</title><content type='html'>After being a bum for so long, I'm not sure I'm ready for school just yet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried reading the first chapter of my EL textbook and I was stumped. It took me 10 minutes just to understand half a page, and that's just the introduction. Don't even get me started on Economics. I suppose when one hasn't used her brain for 8 months, mental atrophy occurs. I'm pretty sure my knowledge bank (do I even have on in the first place?) has been reduced to a tenth of its original size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My textbooks are ridiculously expensive. Then again, they're about the same price as my secondary school textbooks so I shouldn't really complain. So far, the cheapest one cost me $35. Ka-ching! Here's to living like a pauper for the next 4 years - may I survive looking drab. (I officially bid adieu to Orchard Road and all its malls last week.) I went on a shopping spree (still spent less than what I normally do) before going on a shopping hiatus though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for National Day. I want my stuffff!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now playing: Mr. Simple - 슈퍼 주니어&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-8692925858107065190?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/8692925858107065190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=8692925858107065190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8692925858107065190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8692925858107065190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-8274783132679234842</id><published>2011-07-27T21:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T18:47:41.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm officially a fresh-girl.</title><content type='html'>Because obviously, I'm not a man.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finally done with registration and all that shizz so I'm proud to say that I'm officially an NUS student. I wanted to share a photo of my matriculation card but my photo's so fugly that I decided not to. I don't want to subject you to the horror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, I've been busy, thus the lack of update. Got a part-time and worked my ass off for 54 days with the awesome-est friend ever, Janelle Limqueco. If not for her (or Kurt, but that's another story) I wouldn't have bothered getting a job and would have probably bummed for the past few months. AND... *drumroll* I WAS ABLE TO SAVE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE. Aren't you proud of me? *cue random friend saying "You're finally growing up! I don't mean that literally of course."*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite honestly, I'm anxious to go back to school. I'm anxious-excited that I'll finally be a student yet again, and at the same time, I'm anxious-nervous-slash-scared-out-of-my-wits since it's a whole different environment. I barely know anyone in my faculty and the ones from my previous school who are in the same faculty as I am aren't exactly who I would consider as friends. I'm so lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm also rethinking the modules I want to take since I just found out that the term exam for Japanese, Politics and Economics (or was it Geography) are all on the same day. Here's to learning about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;日本国&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, while studying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;한국어&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, brushing up on my Français, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and taking up an English Language module. May my brain survive the language overload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I'm gonna go broke. Til next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now playing: Popular - Kristin Chenoweth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's okay to be scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-8274783132679234842?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/8274783132679234842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=8274783132679234842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8274783132679234842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8274783132679234842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-officially-fresh-girl.html' title='I&apos;m officially a fresh-girl.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-4297069147405603159</id><published>2011-04-20T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:42:56.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young and unemployed.</title><content type='html'>But not for long! (Hopefully!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of bumming. Seriously. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now playing: 太完美- 슈퍼 주니어&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Credit is good, but I prefer cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-4297069147405603159?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/4297069147405603159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=4297069147405603159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/4297069147405603159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/4297069147405603159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2011/04/young-and-unemployed.html' title='Young and unemployed.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-117153146818563944</id><published>2011-04-05T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T23:55:28.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long has it been?</title><content type='html'>I've been asking myself this question again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Now playing: Seven Years - Norah Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's been a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-117153146818563944?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/117153146818563944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=117153146818563944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/117153146818563944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/117153146818563944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-long-has-it-been.html' title='How long has it been?'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-3147580635179390779</id><published>2011-03-25T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:25:13.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of sunshine wouldn't hurt anyone.</title><content type='html'>I just realized I haven't updated this blog in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ages&lt;/span&gt; so here I am, saying "I'm back" for the nth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My three-month stay in the Philippines was over too soon, and I now find myself bumming in Singapore. (You know you've hit an all-time low in your social life when you spend four days a week cooped up in a room, watching dramas online.) Then again, at  least I'm spending less than what I would have under normal circumstances. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-level results came out, and I'm happy with my results. They're not exactly what anyone would've wished for, but it's higher than I expected. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: Break Even - The Script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Rain, rain, go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-3147580635179390779?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/3147580635179390779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=3147580635179390779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/3147580635179390779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/3147580635179390779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-bit-of-sunshine-wouldnt-hurt.html' title='A little bit of sunshine wouldn&apos;t hurt anyone.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-1089959334368504164</id><published>2010-11-23T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T12:08:08.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time heals all wounds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;The&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; A's has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UN&lt;/span&gt;officially ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commencing bumming in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... bring out the Ruffles! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now playing: Circus - Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But the scars still remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-1089959334368504164?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/1089959334368504164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=1089959334368504164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1089959334368504164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1089959334368504164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-heals-all-wounds.html' title='Time heals all wounds.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-5202045305136169500</id><published>2010-11-22T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:36:32.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaken, not stirred.</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;appalled &lt;/span&gt;that my teacher deems those who she thinks would achieve their As for Physics as the only ones worthy of her encouragement. It's disturbing to think that for the past two years, I've trusted this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woman &lt;/span&gt;only to find out that she doesn't trust me, not even a teeny tiny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had a teacher like her, nor do I want to encounter one ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now playing: Rocketeer - Far East Movement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The displeasure is all mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-5202045305136169500?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/5202045305136169500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=5202045305136169500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/5202045305136169500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/5202045305136169500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/11/shaken-not-stirred.html' title='Shaken, not stirred.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-2744792460736960072</id><published>2010-11-15T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:13:22.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let there be peace on Earth...</title><content type='html'>No Chesca, it's not called 'serendipity.' It's cosmic karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we bump into those we do not want to see? Why must fate be such a cruel bitch? Sure, I've done/said some pretty nasty stuff to/about people, but I don't think I deserve this much bad karma. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm scared. This year's A-Level Chemistry paper was of "Prelim Standard" (if not, harder) and the Math paper was too easy to even be an A-Level paper. Ergo, none of us can tell if the remaining papers would be easier or harder than last year's were. &lt;s&gt;We're&lt;/s&gt; I'm doomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My addiction to the interwubz is worse than I thought it is. I couldn't even stay away from it for a week! (Note to self: MUST go on a holiday some place where there's no internet as a form of rehab!) Then again, it's pretty much the only thing that's keeping me from going nuts in this place. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now playing: 아파 - 2ne1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...but it sure as hell won't begin with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-2744792460736960072?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/2744792460736960072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=2744792460736960072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2744792460736960072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2744792460736960072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/11/let-there-be-peace-on-earth.html' title='Let there be peace on Earth...'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-2764985099945917142</id><published>2010-10-14T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:49:13.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving on chocolates and painkillers.</title><content type='html'>It's not exactly healthy, but it helps me stay awake for me to do what needs to be done. Booze would've been better but I'm too scared of getting caught in possession of alcohol in the hostel. It'll only be for a couple of days so I should be fine. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom does wonders to me. Painted nails, retarded stat posts, glue covered fingers (trying to hide my fingerprints XD) and a blogpost filled with a whole lot of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the sugar/drugs speaking. I seriously don't know. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now playing: Just the Way You Are - Bruno Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let's GOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-2764985099945917142?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/2764985099945917142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=2764985099945917142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2764985099945917142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2764985099945917142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/10/surviving-on-chocolates-and-painkillers.html' title='Surviving on chocolates and painkillers.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-8666957366888249945</id><published>2010-10-12T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T21:31:52.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BEST birthday present. Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now playing: Run Devil Run - Ke$ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Where's my rainbow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-8666957366888249945?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/8666957366888249945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=8666957366888249945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8666957366888249945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8666957366888249945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-birthday-present-ever.html' title='The BEST birthday present. Ever.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-4076201101301195650</id><published>2010-10-10T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T19:28:23.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I really need to lose weight.</title><content type='html'>Denmark diet the moment I land on Philippine soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526376299877228146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/TLGh9vlR3nI/AAAAAAAAAEY/p7KEdQLHnqg/s320/denmark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully, this would help me bring my weight back down to around 40 kg. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School's been a bitch. I am so tired of doing planning questions and mock exams and attending boring lectures. Why can't they just let us stay home and study in peace? -_-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still can't concentrate on studying, and I only have a little less than four weeks left to study for A's. I'M DOOOOOMED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm turning 19 in two days. GAAAAAH! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now playing: The Movie in My Mind - Lea Salonga (Miss Saigon Soundtrack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most. - Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-4076201101301195650?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/4076201101301195650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=4076201101301195650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/4076201101301195650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/4076201101301195650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/10/because-i-really-need-to-lose-weight.html' title='Because I really need to lose weight.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/TLGh9vlR3nI/AAAAAAAAAEY/p7KEdQLHnqg/s72-c/denmark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-75636637074624536</id><published>2010-09-13T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:58:55.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 going on 19.</title><content type='html'>Last teen year. I feel so old. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted in a month. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASEAN Dance was... not exactly boring but &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt;. I saw people I didn't really want to see, wearing dresses that didn't exactly qualify as decent, flashing parts of their anatomy (forcing some parts of their anatomy, which they lack, to show for some) that I'd rather have them hide somewhere under the Bermuda triangle. What made the whole ordeal tolerable for me at least, was the fact that I downed a bottle of Jim Beam before venturing into the club. Funny how I had to buy booze outside a frickin' club. Whoever came up with the crazy idea of having the dance in St. James is a complete retard and is obviously not familiar with the art of clubbing - you go to a club to party and more often than not, get pissed silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRELIMS. I think I might actually get a decent mark for Chem this time. Still, I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I still have P1 to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Wish List will be up by tomorrow. Oh yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now playing: Part of Your World - Jodi Benson (The Little Mermaid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What would I do to see you smiling at me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-75636637074624536?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/75636637074624536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=75636637074624536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/75636637074624536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/75636637074624536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/09/18-going-on-19.html' title='18 going on 19.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-9112637930931512061</id><published>2010-08-09T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T02:06:41.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What matters most.</title><content type='html'>Often times I wonder whether whatever I'm doing now is worth it - if it's worth all the effort and energy I put in - because ultimately, we'd all end up dead somewhere, and no matter how much you work your butt off for &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;, you can't take &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Gone are the days of carefree smiles and laughter. I'm not happy. I'm all emo now. Screw prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now playing: 남자라서 - Gummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Still looking for that silver lining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-9112637930931512061?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/9112637930931512061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=9112637930931512061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/9112637930931512061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/9112637930931512061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-matters-most.html' title='What matters most.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-2895329446282425192</id><published>2010-07-29T22:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:00:27.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing old is a necessity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/TFGRWdyQduI/AAAAAAAAAEI/14sD-6fsvdU/s1600/SP_A0422.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really should be resting right now, but I can't, since I still need to finish up my NYAA report. FML.  -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now playing: Alejandro - Lady GaGa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Growing up isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-2895329446282425192?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/2895329446282425192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=2895329446282425192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2895329446282425192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2895329446282425192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/07/growing-old-is-necessity.html' title='Growing old is a necessity.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-1165631043972190709</id><published>2010-07-26T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:24:00.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenses.</title><content type='html'>It's funny how varying the tense of a verb can change its meaning drastically. Change 'is' to 'was' and someone ceases to exist. Change 'have' to 'had' and something is lost. Change 'love' to 'loved' means you stopped loving. Here's me saying good riddance to my red FBTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm almost done reading 'The Pig That Wants to be Eaten' by Julian Baggini, and I'm making a new dictum: I must find time to read at least two books a month. It's not much, but considering the ridiculous stack of schoolwork I have, I doubt that I'll be able to follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to skip school tomorrow (two-day MC has me thinking twice) I'd rather not. Skipping means piling up make-up CAs and I have yet to take my GP mock exam. I want to spend what's left of my weekday afternoons (which would amount to 30 minutes to an hour everyday) sleeping, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now playing: Circus - Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Three tablespoons of wishful thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-1165631043972190709?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/1165631043972190709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=1165631043972190709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1165631043972190709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1165631043972190709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/07/tenses.html' title='Tenses.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-8361278478200189963</id><published>2010-07-22T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:16:22.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have issues. We all do.</title><content type='html'>My OCD-ish attitude will be the death of me, in this hostel at least. I've made myself yet another frenemy in the form of *drumroll* &lt;em&gt;Trenta&lt;/em&gt;. Then again, I have every right to be angry. After all, she did accuse me wrongly. (Slander, I say. Slander!) The girl has no common sense, really. Who in their right mind would believe that I told on her, no less than to &lt;em&gt;Pirena&lt;/em&gt;, about the whole laundry incident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sometimes, I wish the secondary &lt;strong&gt;kids&lt;/strong&gt; would just shut up, at least whenever they go up the stairs. Either they shut up, or I tape their mouth shut once my patience runs out.&lt;/s&gt; I wish the secondary &lt;strong&gt;kids&lt;/strong&gt; would just &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;disappear&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, for good. -_-" (Excluding Chesca and Camille.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYE results are out. It's not good, as expected. I shouldn't have spent most of my time on Chem. It didn't really pay off. To hell with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racial harmony day. I agree with my GP teacher's point about celebrating racial harmony day 364 days a year, and declaring one day as racist day. We're all racists anyway. (Don't be a hypocrite. Everyone's, and I mean EVERYONE, a little bit racist.) *cue Avenue Q*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now playing: Girls' Generation - Run Devil Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Walter: I don't give a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-8361278478200189963?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/8361278478200189963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=8361278478200189963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8361278478200189963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8361278478200189963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-issues-we-all-do.html' title='I have issues. We all do.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-1005918011361980951</id><published>2010-06-23T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:17:16.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certain sadness.</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Singapore. I'm not happy but I'm coping, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to update my blog but I didn't know what to post. I wouldn't want to bore you by narrating what I did during my three weeks in the Philippines, nor do I want to piss you off by whining about having to leave home, again. Ergo, &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first few days in Singapore so far have been spent most mugging (with Nica) and going out to buy things that I need... and some stuff that I just want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stress brought about by my MYEs is eating me up from the inside out. Watching Eclipse should liven up my tired soul. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now playing: Where are you now? - Honor Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The sun and moon would never meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-1005918011361980951?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/1005918011361980951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=1005918011361980951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1005918011361980951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1005918011361980951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/06/certain-sadness.html' title='Certain sadness.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-4763746025428980775</id><published>2010-06-04T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:06:26.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not like the movies.</title><content type='html'>One thing I love about being home: THE FOOD. Oh yes! I can pretty much eat anything I want now since my mom doesn't really care about my weight anymore. Dunno why, but I'm not complaining. Cakes, ice cream, silvanas, sans rival, caramel bars, chocolate muffins, &lt;i&gt;pancit malabon&lt;/i&gt;, adobo, calamares... if I list all the stuff I've been eating, &lt;i&gt;magmumukha akong walang ginawa kundi kumain.&lt;/i&gt; XD &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just saw my ortho yesterday, and the dude told me to stop playing contact sports and that I have chronic sprain, whatever that is. As if that's gonna stop me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now playing: Not Like the Movies - KC Concepcion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I miss you. Do you miss me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-4763746025428980775?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/4763746025428980775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=4763746025428980775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/4763746025428980775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/4763746025428980775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-like-movies.html' title='Not like the movies.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-5716101525796211558</id><published>2010-05-30T02:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T02:05:55.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touchdown!</title><content type='html'>I'm home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now playing: Lost - Anouk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Where were you when I needed you most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-5716101525796211558?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/5716101525796211558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=5716101525796211558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/5716101525796211558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/5716101525796211558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/05/touchdown.html' title='Touchdown!'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-3700637617023670435</id><published>2010-05-27T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T00:11:33.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello holiday... homework.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Holiday homework&lt;/em&gt; - the most ridiculous example of an oxymoron for a long suffering student like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the start of my &lt;em&gt;holiday&lt;/em&gt;, which I would most probably spend studying instead of enjoying myself, as most normal human beings would. Then again, I'm not exactly normal to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the day when I can finally reply "N/A sucker!" to whoever complains about having truckloads of holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done with my Econs and GP papers. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yabadabadoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I walked out of the hall screaming &lt;em&gt;bloody murder&lt;/em&gt; (in my head of course) while poking my unsuspecting classmate with my much abused Signo pen, right after my Econs paper, and I felt like shooting myself after realizing that I actually wrote something incredibly stupid in my essay and it sort of kind of might have gone like this... &lt;em&gt;I personally find the idea of breeding humans for the sole purpose of harvesting their organs (remember the movie "The Island?") sickening, &lt;u&gt;and I am dry-heaving as I write this&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;/em&gt; the last bit (the part I underlined) was something that was just going on in my head, and was not meant to be a part of my essay. Had I not reread my essay, my GP teacher would've thwacked me for writing something so... so... stupid. Irony of the situation was, our comprehension paper was on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;EMBARASSMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Here's to me mugging for the better part of my holiday! (I'll squeeze in a party, or two. I'll go bonkers if I don't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now playing: Terrified - Kara DioGuardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The best form of revenge: smile and act like you weren't hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-3700637617023670435?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/3700637617023670435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=3700637617023670435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/3700637617023670435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/3700637617023670435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-holiday-homework.html' title='Hello holiday... homework.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-1154808057676832700</id><published>2010-05-25T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:40:06.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our time is running out.</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure about you, but my time is most definitely running out. I only have &lt;s&gt;a few more months before A-levels&lt;/s&gt; one more day before my Econs midyear paper and I'm still unprepared. No, actually, I am. I'm just being paranoid I guess. If only I could do as well on my Econs midyear as I did for my CA. Wishful thinking gets you nowhere, but people say praying does. So here I am praying fervently (not exactly on my knees, &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;) for my grades to be better than usual. &lt;u&gt;Heck, I wouldn't even mind a C.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Econs notes beckons, but my mind is screaming "go to sleep you idiot! You slept at 4-freaking-30 this morning and you're still up!" &lt;s&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;Today&lt;/em&gt; is a new day for me to kill some more braincells before killing even more braincells on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir mon ami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now playing: Dictionary - Gabe Bondoc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't look too far ahead. You might trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-1154808057676832700?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/1154808057676832700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=1154808057676832700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1154808057676832700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1154808057676832700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-time-is-running-out.html' title='Our time is running out.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-8061823019554988552</id><published>2010-05-23T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:40:35.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_lL7buToGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QDYZbNaXevk/s1600/hhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474490306471895138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_lL7buToGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QDYZbNaXevk/s320/hhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What started out as a silly little joke, out of sheer boredom, turned out to be one wonderful idea for a sweater design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After spending one year with the hostel committee, I'm proud and honored to say that I have come to love them as my &lt;em&gt;family&lt;/em&gt; here in the hostel. I feel blessed that I got in. If you must know, I'm a wild card. I wasn't one of the first picks. If not for the member that was, too put it bluntly, kicked out, I wouldn't be part of the committee, so I owe everything to him/her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't expect it to be fun, nor for it to be this rewarding. The highs make up for the lows, and the experience as a whole is something I wouldn't trade for the world. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now playing: Turn the Lights Down Low - Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Ohana" means family. Family means nobody gets left behind, or forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-8061823019554988552?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/8061823019554988552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=8061823019554988552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8061823019554988552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8061823019554988552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/05/ohana.html' title='Ohana.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_lL7buToGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QDYZbNaXevk/s72-c/hhh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-8621879222744290004</id><published>2010-05-22T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:14:50.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The epitaph of stupidity.</title><content type='html'>Because studying market failure (see, even the topics have "FAILURE" on them, it's a bad omen, I say, BAD OMEN!) and AS &amp;amp; AD curves is giving me a headache, I'm taking a breather (a really loooong one) to read fanfic updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Today&lt;/s&gt; Yesterday was uneventful. Just the usual lunch and dinner with the guys, then sports until the guard goes "kleng kleng," and gossiping with Chesca. My life is boring. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next week to be over. I'd prolly be able to study better back home than here. Why? FOOD, &lt;em&gt;pare,&lt;/em&gt; FOOD. Back home, I have someone who'd gladly prepare midnight snacks for me while I'm studying, while here, I'd have to make do with a packet of noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop whining about how miserable my life is when people out there are dying. &lt;strong&gt;Let us all pray for &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; in Thailand&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now playing: Belief - Gavin DeGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You're only a failure if you fail to pick yourself up after failing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-8621879222744290004?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/8621879222744290004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=8621879222744290004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8621879222744290004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8621879222744290004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/05/because-studying-market-failure-see.html' title='The &lt;i&gt;epitaph&lt;/i&gt; of stupidity.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-1115485603280738608</id><published>2010-05-21T22:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:42:37.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinker bells!</title><content type='html'>My Blogspot is up and running again! I just need to tweak some bits here and there, like my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PHAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; profile, so this will have to do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really excited about MYEs next week, but I sure am looking forward to going home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now playing : 나쁜 여자 (Boom Boom) - Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy endings don't exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-1115485603280738608?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/1115485603280738608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=1115485603280738608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1115485603280738608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1115485603280738608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2010/05/tinker-bells.html' title='Tinker bells!'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-8322535086534755919</id><published>2009-11-21T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:53:24.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check, check, and check!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've officially finished packing today! Whoopee doo! *happy dance* And I've also managed to tidy up the room. Yes dearest, I cleaned my roomie's side too. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now all I have to do is remove the posters on my wall, return my keys, and I can leave in peace. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 more days of bumming. Then 4 days in Batam. Then I go home! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We live. We learn. We fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-8322535086534755919?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/8322535086534755919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=8322535086534755919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8322535086534755919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8322535086534755919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/11/check-check-and-check.html' title='Check, check, and check!'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-1271745618189341824</id><published>2009-11-17T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:03:52.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>I want to fast forward time so tomorrow will be the first day of OCIP. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there's no training. *PHEW* I'm really not in the mood to play volleyball, or any other sport aside from table tennis. (Yes yes, TABLE TENNIS. Not my fault CJC doesn't have a table tennis team. T_T) For those who do not know, I hearts table tennis. Ask anyone from MakSci. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I want to go home na. Sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself last week that I'll start writing my posts in Tagalog. But, no matter how hard I try to make myself sound coherent, I just can't. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week of doing nothing. Another week of being bored. Another week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't know you, but I want you all the more for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-1271745618189341824?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/1271745618189341824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=1271745618189341824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1271745618189341824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1271745618189341824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-6175725311610832179</id><published>2009-11-10T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:11:16.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It still fits me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My Filipiniana still fits me. Surprisingly. I haven't worn it in almost 3 years and still fits me. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oral Presentation tomorrow. I hope I don't screw up. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is incoherence a symptom of depression? O_o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need a new hobby. Fangirling is getting old, fast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've started on the SSHG fandom. HP is love! (Nica, I'm still waiting for that Draco-Harry fic you mentioned. :D)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naglaro ako ng table tennis for 2 hours today, and I'm feeling much better now. Weird. O_O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need a place to store my stuff. Care to help? It would be greatly appreciated, like seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;F*ck. I need fanfiction.net now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Teddies don't hug back, but sometimes, they're all you've got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-6175725311610832179?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/6175725311610832179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=6175725311610832179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/6175725311610832179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/6175725311610832179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-still-fits-me.html' title='It still fits me.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-4105550472753124108</id><published>2009-11-08T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:35:40.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when I thought things couldn't possibly get any worse.</title><content type='html'>Results will be released in exactly 108 hours and 40 minutes, not that I'm counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really no point in getting anxious about it since I already know my results. My only hope is that divine intervention from up above. But, even if God somehow grants my wish that they moderate my grades up, I'll only be safe from possible expulsion if all my marks increase by 1 grade, which is highly unlikely. (Now, if ze rumor of them moderating the GP paper up by 10 marks, and the Physics paper up by 7 marks is true, then that would be really REALLY great.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the release of my results looming above my head like the thunderclouds which, might I add, have been constantly present over CJC, I felt like things couldn't possibly get any worse. Boy, was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with a bout of nausea, and a very very screwed up sinus. Damn. And I have my PW Oral Presentation on Tuesday morning, and dry run tomorrow at 8-freakin-30. &lt;s&gt;The Big Guy upstairs must really hate me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame the dust fairies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I'm rebooking my flight. I'm going home 2 weeks earlier. Yay me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. All the best for me, and the rest of us who are still taking exams as if our lives depended on whatever we scribble on that thin sheet of Mother Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not making any sense. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still blame the dust fairies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you pack my stuff for me so I won't end up sneezing my nose off? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;난내게 미쳐...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-4105550472753124108?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/4105550472753124108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=4105550472753124108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/4105550472753124108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/4105550472753124108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-when-i-thought-things-couldnt.html' title='Just when I thought things couldn&apos;t possibly get any worse.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-2493101703737796941</id><published>2009-10-25T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:47:21.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All my boxes are packed...</title><content type='html'>and I've nowhere to store them for the month that I'm away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only allowed to leave 2 boxes/1 box and 1 luggage in the store room, and we all know that THAT's so not possible. I can't even fit all my stuffies in 2 boxes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 luggages and 3 boxes at the moment, and I still haven't cleared my shelf, my concealed storage and my closet. I'll prolly end up with 4 boxes and 3 luggages at the very least... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP dry run tomorrow and I'm still not done editing our powerpoint presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP results tomorrow afternoon. I'm expecting an E at the very least. I swear to you I'll kiss whoever is sitting beside me if I somehow manage to get a B and I'll scream like a madman if by some divine intervention shit I get an A. (We all know that me getting an A for GP Promo is next to me being Sungminnie's *friend* a.k.a. IMPOSSIBLE. -_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomie's super addicted to Boys Over Flowers it's sickening. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do my OP slides. Au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-2493101703737796941?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/2493101703737796941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=2493101703737796941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2493101703737796941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2493101703737796941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-my-boxes-are-packed.html' title='All my boxes are packed...'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-2706570200990281978</id><published>2009-10-14T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T02:18:40.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"In" or "Out"</title><content type='html'>After today, all I have to do is wait and see if I get to stay or if I &lt;s&gt;finally&lt;/s&gt; have to go. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall wait for my results before going for my not-supposed-to-be-really annual medical check-up. I don't want to spend some money for some useless consult when I'm not going to stay anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I don't give a damn about market failure and yet, I'm studying it. Economics is common sense made difficult... maybe that's why I can't get a decent grade for it. I HAVE NO COMMON SENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm very good at hiding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-2706570200990281978?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/2706570200990281978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=2706570200990281978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2706570200990281978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2706570200990281978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-or-out.html' title='&quot;In&quot; or &quot;Out&quot;'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-5906088381349996990</id><published>2009-10-12T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:51:24.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of cakes and nuts and Shu-per Gurl...</title><content type='html'>I'm happy. Yeah. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, today has got to be my saddest birthday, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bought a cake for me. T'was sweet while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave me presents. Yes, that includes the grapes I got from Jas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were happy for me, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel anything. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm grateful for all they've done. But it just doesn't seem right. I'm sulking when I should be celebrating. I just turned 18 dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning: Maths Paper&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Evening: Hostel committee stuff + 15 minute celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Happy happy birthday! Today's Math paper was your birthday cake. Did you remember to blow it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-5906088381349996990?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/5906088381349996990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=5906088381349996990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/5906088381349996990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/5906088381349996990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-cakes-and-nuts-and-shu-per-gurl.html' title='Of cakes and nuts and Shu-per Gurl...'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-2331843296980581527</id><published>2009-10-10T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:50:14.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yester-week was plain awful.</title><content type='html'>Physics was just as bad as Chemistry. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch So You Think You Can Dance Season 5. Phillip Chbeeb!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 months here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going crazy. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a bear hug. :( (Gimme Minnie and I'll give you the world.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-2331843296980581527?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/2331843296980581527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=2331843296980581527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2331843296980581527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2331843296980581527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/10/yester-week-was-plain-awful.html' title='Yester-week was plain awful.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-7687233423432252107</id><published>2009-10-04T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:00:54.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promotional Exams.</title><content type='html'>I'm turning 18 in a week. Just saying. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my 18 roses. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I've done enough revision this time around to get a C or a B at least for Chemistry. (Screw Physics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths should be okay. I did the revision package. I did the stupid tutorials. I don't know what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs. Uhmmm... let's just hope I don't misinterpret the question like the last time. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP. (DAMN YOU *insert marker's name here*, you useless piece of meat! You can't even count properly! I deserve that A dammit!) I looked through my midyear paper and discovered, to my horror, that I could have gotten an A if the marker had not counted my marks wrongly. (I didn't bother checking since I got a B already, and half my class got a U. Bargaining for marks when I already topped the class isn't really a nice thing to do. -_-") &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm aiming for an A this time. I seriously want an A. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for my soul. Help me survive 10 days in hell. *runs off to do more revision*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-7687233423432252107?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/7687233423432252107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=7687233423432252107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/7687233423432252107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/7687233423432252107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/10/promotional-exams.html' title='Promotional Exams.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-8341760229608727542</id><published>2009-09-10T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:52:55.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging hiatus. For the nth time.</title><content type='html'>I prolly won't be posting an entry for a loooong time since I only have 3 weeks left before Promos and I really can't afford the distraction... not that you actually care. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caffeine rush. I finished 4 cups of coffee (dark, bitter, strong coffee and not my usual nescafe iced latte) and I'm feeling the effects of it... on my hands. They're shhaakkkinng like mad. Somebody help me stop it. XD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pasmado na nga tapos uminom pa ng ilang basong kape. Haaaay. &lt;/span&gt;At least it'll help me stay awake for the rest of the night. (I'm planning on pulling off an all-nighter to make up for lost time...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to us mugging for Prelims/O-levels/Promos/A-levels/IB exam thingy/WHATEVER! May we all die peacefully after/during the exams! *bangs head on table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making sense, again, am I? It's the coffee, I tell you. TEH KOPI! *gets shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;加油 Nessy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-8341760229608727542?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/8341760229608727542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=8341760229608727542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8341760229608727542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8341760229608727542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogging-hiatus-for-nth-time.html' title='Blogging hiatus. For the nth time.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-6856444076171595106</id><published>2009-09-09T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:34:03.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Severe K-pop addiction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm in deep shit. O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to get enough of Sungmin (and KyuMin). *hits self* YES, I'M A FANGIRL. Go on and laugh your ass off. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a fan of Super Junior since time immemorial, but I was never this much obsessed. (Note the word OBSESSED.) Sure I downloaded their songs and their MVs, and maybe printed a few photos at one point, but I certainly didn't waste hours watching their Banjun dramas and variety shows, like what I'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm not Facebook-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; anymore. That's one less distraction for me. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody slap me please. I need to focus on my revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you're going to tell me to get rid of my laptop, that is so not gonna happen. I tried it before. I didn't even last a day. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;K-pop is unquittable? I agree. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-6856444076171595106?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/6856444076171595106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=6856444076171595106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/6856444076171595106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/6856444076171595106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/09/severe-k-pop-addiction.html' title='Severe K-pop addiction.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-603863008210455013</id><published>2009-09-08T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:06:15.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't wait for the hols! (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Technically, I'm on a week-long holiday. But, in reality, I'm not. I have tons of revision to do for the coming Promotional Exams (as the name suggests, if I don't pass, I say byebye) on October. Just in time for my birthday. Actually, my birthday is right in the middle of Promos, and guess what paper I have on that day... PHYSICS, freakin' Physics. Whattaburfdeigiftmehn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywee, I can't wait for the DECEMBER hols. :D I've already booked my ticket, and it currently serves as an inspiration for me to work harder for the next 2 months, for Promos and OP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgoinginsane.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/576"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 238px; height: 178px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.imgoinginsane.multiply.com/image/TgtLTlSATAFU0xZBRlJgSw/photos/1M/300x300/576/P9068470.JPG?et=dxeL1GmI0dck6qBMZ2I7aQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes babe, I'm flying by PAL, again. I wanted to go by SIA, but the ticket costs $100 more. :( Oh well, at least no budget terminal for me this year. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Departure date, time (SIN):   Dec 12, 2009,  0025       &lt;br /&gt;ETA (MNL): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Departure date, time (MNL):  Jan 9, 2010,       0720       &lt;br /&gt;ETA (SIN):  1100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also repositioned my desk. :D I posted a separate &lt;a href="http://imgoinginsane.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/28/1?xurl=http%3A%2F%2Fimgoinginsane.multiply.com%2Fphotos%2Falbum%2F28%2FErrr..._desk%23photo%3D1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;photo album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for it so go and check it out. :D (The 'study zone' and 'play zone' are f-real, kay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YAWN* I haven't been this tired since last Saturday. *YAWN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Note to self: sleep more at night, not in the morning, nor in the afternoon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-603863008210455013?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/603863008210455013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=603863008210455013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/603863008210455013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/603863008210455013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/09/cant-wait-for-hols.html' title='Can&apos;t wait for the hols! (?)'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-8828679068760099538</id><published>2009-09-07T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:19:54.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again?</title><content type='html'>I have to go for another medical check-up. Great. (Sarc Level: 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start on my revision. Stat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to get rid off my severe addiction to fanfiction... and Sungminnie. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a bunny. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Soon enough isn't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soon enough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-8828679068760099538?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/8828679068760099538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=8828679068760099538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8828679068760099538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8828679068760099538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/09/again.html' title='Again?'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-6438871343982886441</id><published>2009-09-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:11:54.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime you do that thing you do.</title><content type='html'>Started typing out this post at exactly 12mn. Woot! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's JC ASEAN Dance was fun-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ner&lt;/span&gt; than last year's or this year's Secondary ASEAN Dance, as expected. :) Must be the seniors' doing. XD And really, why does Wee Kang (Lulu Barru's ex-classmate, and Nessy's classmate) like attending this event? He d, oesn't even know 95% of the crowd. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad Janelle went to CJC to get dressed. If not for her, I'd be the only girl on the bus to the hotel. Then again, it's not like there's a lot of us anyway. -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos will come... soon. Promise. The internet's been sucky for the past week. The moment I stop getting disconnected every five minutes or so, I'll post the photos. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... eeeeeewwww. Why oh why did I find out. Just the mere idea of it makes me want to throw up. (And laugh. Then slap myself hard for all the things I've done. XD) NOT going to Orchard today proved to be the best decision I've made for this week. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The answer is simple: I woke up. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-6438871343982886441?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/6438871343982886441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=6438871343982886441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/6438871343982886441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/6438871343982886441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/09/everytime-you-do-that-thing-you-do.html' title='Everytime you do that thing you do.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-3038361674886569747</id><published>2009-09-01T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:29:20.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After all this time.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Secondary ASEAN Dance gave me a strange sense of Deja Vu. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bench warmer, yet again. Only difference was, I was alone. Not that I'm complaining. Still, if I had my phone with me, things would've been better. (I was SMS-ing Wen Jie last year until my phone died. Wahahaha! I think I have a photo of that somewhere... XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't dance, at least, not voluntarily. I was literally thrown (errr... dropped? I have my stupid classmate to thank for this. -_-") onto the dance floor, in the middle of a dance battle, and I was left with no choice but to dance my way through the most embarassing 10 seconds of my life. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I didn't take any photos. Yep. No evidence that I was there. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywee, can't wait for this Saturday's JC ASEAN Dance. Should be fun-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ner&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I think... I lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-3038361674886569747?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/3038361674886569747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=3038361674886569747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/3038361674886569747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/3038361674886569747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-all-this-time.html' title='After all this time.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-8987370766436395063</id><published>2009-08-20T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:33:49.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAF Club.</title><content type='html'>I was placed in the Trim and Fit Program for a day. XD It was embarassing, and downright dumb/stupid but still hilarious beyond imaginable. Imagine during PE... in front of all the rest of the students, I get called up to the stage, along with a bunch of overweight (not obese) guys and girls, for very obvious reasons. Then my classmates gave me this weird look (O_o) and I just shrugged. Then &lt;s&gt;Monster&lt;/s&gt; Mr. Isaac Lim starts ranting on about the importance of a balanced diet, and exercising, and all that nonsense, and about US having to run more than the rest during mass PE. For some reason, their records show that I weigh 59kg (so off...) so when the computed for my BMI, I ended up being overweight on their lists. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview for the YOG thingy tomorrow. Hope they don't ask me to speak in French. My 'R' sounds horrible. :| I'd rather just write down my answers for them. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0lSrPY_7Xk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0lSrPY_7Xk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="240" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MV for Hug, by DBSK. They look so damn young here...&lt;br /&gt;U-Know (Yunho) looks less mature. Still, he's hot.&lt;br /&gt;Hero (Jaejoong) looks less hot. Still, he's hot. And he complements Yunho nicely. :P&lt;br /&gt;Xiah (Junsu) looks less cute. Still, he's cute.&lt;br /&gt;Max (Changmin) looks so much younger. Still, he's cute.&lt;br /&gt;And Micky (Yoochun)... looks a helluva lot uglier. O_O At least he looks a bit better now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3 days and counting... O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-8987370766436395063?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/8987370766436395063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=8987370766436395063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8987370766436395063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8987370766436395063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/08/taf-club.html' title='TAF Club.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-2663425759456228121</id><published>2009-08-18T02:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:10:34.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross your heart, and hope to die?</title><content type='html'>Finally done with A-Level Physics SPA, and I &lt;s&gt;think&lt;/s&gt; know I did well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something stupid during the paper though. I calculated values for (1/M)^2 and (1/tana)^2 instead of (1/M) and (1/tana), so I ended up redoing my table and graph and solution. I realized my mistakes like, 6 minutes before the exam ended. I don't know how managed to do it, but thank heavens I did. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to do my Maths tutorials. I have to finish it before sunrise. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tataaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I shall treasure my half. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-2663425759456228121?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/2663425759456228121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=2663425759456228121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2663425759456228121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2663425759456228121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/08/cross-your-heart-and-hope-to-die.html' title='Cross your heart, and hope to die?'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-7631152810760476668</id><published>2009-08-16T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:11:34.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom Boom Pow!</title><content type='html'>Just had to be the ending song for &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1046173/"&gt;G.I. Joe&lt;/a&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was okay, although the effect could've been better. It's the kind of dumdum movie that dumdum's would enjoy, and people like me and Chesca would just laugh at. :D As Chesca puts it, we should've left our brains outside the cinema, then get it back after the movie. Hrmmm... makes me wonder... since that's the case for most films, why don't they just put up a "Leave-Your-Brains-Here!" counter right where you give 'em your tickets before you go into the theater. *hits self* &gt;3&lt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got in. O_O Who would've thought. I'm performing. Free entrance. I don't need to crash. Then again, HY's gonna pay for me naman if I don't get in as a performer. XD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just wish I don't embarass myself on that day.&lt;/span&gt; O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for someone who wants to watch &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1144884/"&gt;Final Destination 4 (3D)&lt;/a&gt; with me. :D First on my list si *Pretty Boy*, then si *Kaplonksky*, then my classmates. If worse comes to worst, I'll ask any random person from the hostel. :| I really want to watch &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1144884/"&gt;Final Destination&lt;/a&gt;... and &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1041829/"&gt;The Proposal&lt;/a&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You're so 2008. I'm so moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-7631152810760476668?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/7631152810760476668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=7631152810760476668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/7631152810760476668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/7631152810760476668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/08/boom-boom-pow.html' title='Boom Boom Pow!'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-3267629681077685663</id><published>2009-08-13T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:38:44.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a 65.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I really look like I weigh 65kg? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really weight conscious, until I came to Singapore. I don't know why but people here are obsessed with their weight. I know this girl who looks like she could use a few tubs of ice cream, and a bar of Symphony, and yet, she still wants to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've gained a few kilos ever since I started studying here. I never really bothered since nobody told me that I'm fat, or that I need to shed a few pounds. Everybody else said that I look normal, and that it's better now that I actually have some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laman&lt;/span&gt;. So I was fine with the way I look. Until this idiot comes along and tells me that I look like I weigh 65kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I only weigh around 47kg, give or take a few hundred grams (LOL!), so his comment really got to me. Do I really look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;THAT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;big? Am I really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt; now? Then I remembered what my mom and my friends back home told me at the end of last year: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nes, tumataba ka&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been downing peach tea as if it were water. I've been munching on Pringles, wafer and Oreos. I've been eating Jap and Western food for lunch, like most of the guys in my class. And guess what? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm gonna keep doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I eat more than what most girls in Singapore do. It's not my fault that I love to eat, and nobody has the right to stop me from doing what I love, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don't need to look like everybody else.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Heck, I don't want to look like any of them severely underweight girls. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm healthy, and that's good enough for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Always write angry letters to your enemies. Never mail them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;-James Fallows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-3267629681077685663?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/3267629681077685663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=3267629681077685663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/3267629681077685663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/3267629681077685663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-65.html' title='I&apos;m not a 65.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-5233767318836096866</id><published>2009-08-13T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:47:52.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maclaurin's Series. Small Angle Approximations. Integration.</title><content type='html'>I have 3 worksheets (I'd rather do 10 secondary school Maths worksheets than do 1 JC H2 Maths worksheet -_-") due tomorrow and I couldn't care less. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was extra fun today.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;INDOOR COURTS BAY-BEH!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; In case you haven't heard, CJC's renovating the whole court + field + track area, which means no sports playing area in CJC for 2 whole months, at the very least. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mawawala na yung famous right-angled track ng CJC.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Kaplonsky*&lt;/span&gt; also went for training, even if they (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Kaplonksky*&lt;/span&gt; and friends) weren't supposed to be there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside to this whole renovation sh*t is that we're not training with the basketball, hockey and soccer team na. Awwww. Less guys and girls to make fun of. Tsk. O_o Then again, I wouldn't want to train anywhere near SJI, like the rest of the school. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I end this post with a clip I found on Youtube. Apparently, this video's one of the 2009 Cannes Lions winners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="240" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Will you be my hero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-5233767318836096866?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/5233767318836096866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=5233767318836096866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/5233767318836096866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/5233767318836096866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/08/maclaurins-series-small-angle.html' title='Maclaurin&apos;s Series. Small Angle Approximations. Integration.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-5107934563332062963</id><published>2009-08-11T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:02:15.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine overdose.</title><content type='html'>I was up all night doing my part (and Shiyong's -_-") for our group's WR. I officially declare &lt;s&gt;RedBull&lt;/s&gt; the drinks vending machine my new best friend. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually pretty satisfied with what I've done. Whoa. That's something you don't hear everyday. :) PW isn't really my cup of &lt;s&gt;tea&lt;/s&gt; coffee* but I have to bear with it for another 4 months. I'm looking forward to nagging Shiyong (the prospect of hitting him excites me. YES, SADISTA AKO. XD) and Jun Rong to do their work, and at the same time, shutting up Caroline's big mouth. Aaaah, the beauty of being the one of the most feared people in class. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I've finally found pleasure in doing PW. Editing and re-editing and re-re-editing should be a little bit more bearable now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the volleyball team will be training outside of CJC starting tomorrow. I'm all for the makeover. The field needs a new coat of grass, and the courts seriously have to be straightened. O_o (For those who haven't noticed, CJC courts are slanted. Weird.) INDOOR COURTS HERE WE COME! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm not really a big fan of tea. The mere scent of chrysanthemum tea makes me gag. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So long! (Your head!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-5107934563332062963?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/5107934563332062963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=5107934563332062963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/5107934563332062963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/5107934563332062963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/08/caffeine-overdose.html' title='Caffeine overdose.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-5038570489661887494</id><published>2009-08-10T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:30:59.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last Saturday's Farewell turned out okay. The only disappointing thing was the absence of my durian candies. *ahem* Hindi ako nagpaparinig Kuya Rowland (I know you're reading this on my blogspot XD) as in hindi talaga. :)) *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a bit guilty though, for some reason. Maybe it's because I didn't leave with Chesca (when I could have and wanted to). Maybe it's because I ended up getting angry with Kuya Gian when he clearly didn't do anything wrong. Maybe it's because I was just feeling off that day. I seriously don't know. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least okay na kami ni Kerwin, I think. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmmm... ano pa ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my blog anyway, so I'll publish what I want to publish. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I got quite pissed off with RC. She didn't have to mock my accent. She didn't have to be such a, to put it bluntly, bitch. (In any case, just to clarify things... I was purposely speaking that way to annoy them. I KNOW ABOUT THE WHOLE YOU-HATE-THE-WAY-I-SPEAK thing. If you can't stand it, well, too bad.) I know I'm being petty, but after Saturday, I really don't care if you'd (and by 'you' I mean RC and her gang) start hating me even more. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakakasawa na magpaka-&lt;/span&gt;plastic. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the farewell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgoinginsane.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/574"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 221px; height: 326px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.imgoinginsane.multiply.com/image/eh5JiVntkOCW3OSCXIKTpA/photos/1M/300x300/574/6452-114388554218-640124218-2245697-6194511-n.jpg?et=eq2Pk7ce8jJ6RTkOZJs03A&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I went on a date with the J1 girls from the hostel. XD I was dressed that way because there was this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proviso&lt;/span&gt; that we must all wear a dress (it's either that black number, or my blue miss selfridge dress, which doesn't really go well with my only pair of...) and heels. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to the hostel. Had H2H session. And went drinking. Slept at around 5am. Woke up at 4.30pm with a terrible headache. I think it's because I had too much sleep. I'm pretty sure I wasn't hungover. O_o Thus, my absence from the www. XD My "HBP" (Heineken Beer + Peach Tea), formerly known as just "BP" but the "BP" as in "Bro. Paul" just sounds so wrong, mix is probably my worst creation, to date. :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. Cami and I had ice cream. Ice cream. Ice cream. Yummy burnt caramel from Island Creamery... :D And I got my laptop back. And I need to sleep now. SO, CIAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nothing comes from nothing. Nothing ever could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-5038570489661887494?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/5038570489661887494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=5038570489661887494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/5038570489661887494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/5038570489661887494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-smoke.html' title='You don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-6375436401120423466</id><published>2009-08-06T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:34:12.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love-handles.</title><content type='html'>I feel like my right arm is about to fall off. Never have I been so tortured during CCA, EVER. I have three bruises: one on my arm, a few inches from my wrist, another on my shoulder, and another one on my back. (Note to self: Go for a full-body check-up/x-ray back home. Me thinks my shoulder's gots some problem...) Good thing CCA's cancelled tomorrow because of ND celebrations, or I think I just might collapse from all the pain. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hostel committee handover dinner tomorrow. Not really thrilled about the whole arranging-the-dining-hall thing though. My body has had enough beating from CCA already, thank you. I don't need to worsen the pain by carrying chairs all over the place. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seniors' farewell on Saturday. I'll just focus my attention on my durian candies... *thinks real hard* makes going to the farewell more appealing, and less appalling. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Everything but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-6375436401120423466?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/6375436401120423466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=6375436401120423466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/6375436401120423466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/6375436401120423466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-handles.html' title='Love-handles.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-1477213478803270144</id><published>2009-08-03T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:38:40.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running through the monsoon.</title><content type='html'>I still don't understand why my mom asked me to buy a comforter. Singapore is ultra-freakin' hot, and my room isn't even airconditioned. *sigh* It's taking up space, much needed space, in my room. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up to my neck with homework and project work. *dies* My incentive? Seeing a 'Well Done' stamp (I know. Pre-school, much?) on my paper, and well, seeing other stuff. XD School just became more fun. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Saturday. Saturday. *sigh* Jia you Nessy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="240" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="240" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm staring at a broken door...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-1477213478803270144?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/1477213478803270144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=1477213478803270144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1477213478803270144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1477213478803270144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/08/running-through-monsoon.html' title='Running through the monsoon.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-1317705816330324739</id><published>2009-07-28T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:06:49.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want to be an ass...</title><content type='html'>go be an ass somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a really foul mood this morning, partly because of last night's meeting, but you need not know about what happened last night. You wouldn't understand. As I was saying, I was in a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; REALLY FOUL MOOD&lt;/span&gt;, and things got worse during Physics lecture. The damn lecture theater was freakin' stuffy since the aircon was spoilt, and of course, Wee Wee Chiau was the one lecturing, so you'd naturally expect me to be pissed. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish tomorrow's meeting would turn out better than yesterday's. I'm not sure if I can still tolerate any more of his snide comments. I'm really wondering how he got into the hostel committee. (My selection is a whole different story. All you need to know is that I was chosen, I did not volunteer, unlike the jerk who thinks he's all that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The blue moon turned from yellow to white when the fox tried to run away from the sheep. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-1317705816330324739?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/1317705816330324739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=1317705816330324739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1317705816330324739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1317705816330324739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-want-to-be-ass.html' title='If you want to be an ass...'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-9023664166692155778</id><published>2009-07-26T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:59:26.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The laundry people hate me.</title><content type='html'>That is the conclusion I have arrived at. O_o For the very same reason, I think, I'm the boarder missing the MOST clothes. To top it off, I'm not missing the cheapo kind, I'm missing branded stuff. Where oh where are you my dear Dorothy Perkins, MANGO, Topshop, U2, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CJC uniform&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;??? XD But seriously, I'm getting really pissed with them. If this keeps up, I'd rather just wash my clothes &lt;s&gt;myself&lt;/s&gt; using the hostel's only working washing machine. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of washing... my hands are all dried up, and peeling again. O_O I promise never to touch dishwashing liquid/detergent for the next month, lest my hands be permanently damaged. &gt;3&lt; (So much for being pampered... *sigh* my soft and delicate and smooth and lazy hands...)  I'm feeling sleepy. But I can't sleep just yet. I still need to do WR, EOM, Maths, Physics, and Chem. Guess I'd have to pull off and all-nighter. *sigh* If only PW didn't exist... (Darnyoubatchof2011!Darnyou!Whyismybatchalwaystheonessuffering?!?!)  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was a bird, wish I was plane. Wish that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were Superman, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; were Lois Lane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-9023664166692155778?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/9023664166692155778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=9023664166692155778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/9023664166692155778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/9023664166692155778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/07/laundry-people-hate-me.html' title='The laundry people hate me.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-7633914059125856537</id><published>2009-07-22T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:09:59.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings of the FIRED libero,</title><content type='html'>Technically, I'm fired. I'm out of the team... for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; obvious reasons, and that doesn't include my sucking when it comes to playing volleyball. XD (Hell, I'm still better than the replacement libero. *smug smile*) Oh well, I really don't mind. I have my jacket already anyway. Plus, that would mean one less day of training, and more time to &lt;s&gt;slack and sleep and stone and eat&lt;/s&gt; study and do homework for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the effin' eclipse. Guess I'll have to wait another hundred years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had inter-class basketball today. I wasn't really all to eager to play, but the rules specifically stated that the team needs at least 2 girls... and nobody else in my class, other than a handful of us, (and by a handful, I MEAN A HANDFUL) can actually run while dribbling the ball, without somehow managing to trip over it. -_-" Besides, I didn't really have to do much since Shiyong's playing. The dude's a one-man team, LIKE SERIOUSLY. Or so I thought... Apparently, the guys can't mark the girls, so I was marking 4 girls at the same time. (The other girl in our team was too busy screaming every time the opposing girl shoves her or sth...) Oh, have I mentioned that I sprained my left ankle right before the match, and this girl, twice my size, stepped on my right foot during the first half of the first game? X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1T16 Bball team:&lt;br /&gt;Shiyong a.k.a. Basketball Master (ALL HAIL! XD)&lt;br /&gt;                            Kelvin a.k.a. The Useless Tall Person&lt;br /&gt;                            Nate a.k.a. Scolio Breaker&lt;br /&gt;                            Eunice a.k.a. Almighty Admin&lt;br /&gt;                            Karishma a.k.a. KARISHMAAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchy rant up next. Go and click the 'CLOSE TAB'/'CLOSE WINDOW' button if you don't want any of it. Don't say you haven't been warned. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered how life would be if you weren't Filipino, or in my case, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peena&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting pretty tired of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends'&lt;/span&gt; (how loosely people use this word nowadays) remarks. I confess, I do resent my Filipina-ness here in Singapore, for the very simple reason that it gives people a reason to look down on me, other than because of my height of course. (Don't be a hypocrite and 'fess up. God won't strike you just because you don't like your nationality. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung ano-ano nang kamalasan nadanas ko dahil PINAY ako. Nandyan yung napagkakamalan akong katulong, at yung pambabastos ng mga tuldok. Pati mismo mga Pilipina dito, iba ang iniisip tuwing malalaman nilang estudyante ako at hindi isang &lt;/span&gt;OFW. How fucked up is that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I do love the Philippines. I love Manila's polluted winding roads and numerous malls. I love the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all natural&lt;/span&gt; white sand beaches, and waterfalls. I love every little thing about the Philippines, except for the politicians. I'm not really fond of people driven by their ego and their love for *kaching*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious that I am lacking on the nationalism (much?) area, and I'm not exactly planning on changing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON friends... let's just say that some people (nope, not just one person) have been demoted to being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mere&lt;/span&gt; acquaintances. (//.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TywmpMQYojs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="270"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TywmpMQYojs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a dirty mind, that's just too bad. If you don't, then good fer you. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Never was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-7633914059125856537?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/7633914059125856537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=7633914059125856537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/7633914059125856537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/7633914059125856537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/07/musings-of-fired-libero.html' title='Musings of the FIRED libero,'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-4385643503818136149</id><published>2009-07-21T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:10:04.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When stars go blue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My JCT results are out. Contrary to what some of you might think, I'm fine with my results. I owned GP. Booyah!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Bragging rights are still mine. Mwahahaha! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and Tita Nitz were here over the weekend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgoinginsane.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/541"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 251px; height: 187px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.imgoinginsane.multiply.com/image/8Qxj9yfFn9UC73Xdfn0igg/photos/1M/300x300/541/P7190382.JPG?et=7dAZfmRuB0rZeh3eNh2VXg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;One of my amateur shots when we went to the Singapore Orchid Garden. Weee! I love flowers! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgoinginsane.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/542"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 192px; height: 255px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.imgoinginsane.multiply.com/image/gLsBT58NBct3K+xBvUnVYQ/photos/1M/300x300/542/P7190381.JPG?et=lt2XPH34taAM7QUoyqoRew&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes one wonder how such things can co-exist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgoinginsane.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/543"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 228px; height: 171px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.imgoinginsane.multiply.com/image/Nv7oorNr5A-iAO31fN8Glg/photos/1M/300x300/543/P7210387.JPG?et=jTB78P0F%2CqAO4INnJ5igGg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And... meet the newest addition to the CJC family. PAUKITA! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss home. Cheez Whiz and Pancit Canton just don't taste the same without pandesal. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-4385643503818136149?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/4385643503818136149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=4385643503818136149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/4385643503818136149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/4385643503818136149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-stars-go-blue.html' title='When stars go blue.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-2424198792745283321</id><published>2009-07-14T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:17:44.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't always get what we want.</title><content type='html'>I learned that the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I used to work very hard for my parents' attention. I suppose you can call it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;papansin&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kulang ako sa pansin&lt;/span&gt; then, so I guess that justifies my seeking attention. My parents were too busy. I was usually left at home with my younger sister and our maid. I learned how to be independent at a young age. I never once asked for help with doing my homework, or project, or anything. I looked forward to weekends because that's the only time when I get too spend a whole day with my parents. My Sundays was what I looked forward to every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the child that I was, I thought that if I do well in my studies, if somehow, I managed to be an honor student, they would actually notice me. I tried, for 3 long years. But nothing changed. So I gave up. It didn't really make any difference. What was even worse was my brother suddenly came into picture. I was pushed further away. I didn't care anymore. I became less and less of the Nice girl I used to be. I became me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I never worked hard for anything. I felt that everytime I work hard for something, it would always end up going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after coming to Singapore, I've been changing. I'm trying. I am. But I've been let down twice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say I've studied as much as the rest did, but I studied enough. I read my notes from cover to cover. I did the practice questions. Hell, I even attempted the past midyear papers. Still, my results are way beyond disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell people I'm okay. I smile at them. I laugh with them, as if this was all a big joke. But I can't lie forever. I can't tell people that I'm okay, when I really am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past is haunting me. I don't know if I'll be able to get up this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-2424198792745283321?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/2424198792745283321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=2424198792745283321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2424198792745283321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2424198792745283321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-dont-always-get-what-we-want.html' title='We don&apos;t always get what we want.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-1629369940173154444</id><published>2009-07-12T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:40:14.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smucker's Goober is looooove.</title><content type='html'>Medyo mababaw kaligayahan, I know. But I haven't eaten a decent PB&amp;amp;J sandwich in AGES, so sorry ka na lang. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EoM is driving me nuts. X_X Toxic pare. Waste of time and energy. I seriously don't understand the point of doing PW. And, why is it that the next batch won't have to do PW anymore? It's so fcukin' unfair. (//.-) Makes me want to go emo-mo-mo-mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Korean friend gave me this card, which is in Korean. It looks so cute, but I don't understand whatever's written on it. Great. Sure I can read it, but I don't UNDERSTAND. &gt;3&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for my mum to come. I want my Purefood's Tender Juicy hotdogs!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Change is good. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-1629369940173154444?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/1629369940173154444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=1629369940173154444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1629369940173154444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1629369940173154444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/07/smuckers-goober-is-looooove.html' title='Smucker&apos;s Goober is looooove.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-8581829768229931701</id><published>2009-07-12T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:30:31.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're like Nido...</title><content type='html'>you're my no. 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WADAPAK. Benta, much? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Jani today and ended up buying 12 bottles of c2 from Sheng Siong. (I've been going to this store for like 2/3 years now and I still can't spell its name without doubting my spelling. Damn. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos... went out with another person. My mystery date. XD *rofl* Ayaw niya pasabi name niya dahil hindi alam ng taong dapat hindi makaalam na lumabas kaming dalawa. :)) Bought this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgoinginsane.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/540"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.imgoinginsane.multiply.com/image/jSqQpcCqO9sESgd8d5RLaQ/photos/1M/300x300/540/Photo-0032.jpg?et=cvD2aqVupTJYL9fetzoCUw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Frickin' lolly's the size of my head. XD It's not a real lolly, it's this plastic sphere with lotsa lollies inside. Still, it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Vivo to watch Duplicity. So cool. Goes to show that you can fall in love without trusting that person completely. ;) We also bought 3 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long things&lt;/span&gt;. No, seriously, they're called 'long things' because they're long. The caramel flavored one tasted awful though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1152836/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Public Enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Johnny Depp and Christian Bale in one movie. How awesome is that?! :D) and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1041829/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Proposal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Ryan Reynolds is just too cute. XD). Not really looking forward to Harry Potter, but I'll prolly still watch it, just for the sake of watching it. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I has to do PW and Maths tomorrow. No more play play. Die die must finish. *sigh* Why must we study? I mean, just living each day is hard enough. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gEdwi7XfdMk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gEdwi7XfdMk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So retarded. I pity the poor guy in the box. He has to witness this over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"If you told me, or if I believed you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-8581829768229931701?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/8581829768229931701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=8581829768229931701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8581829768229931701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8581829768229931701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-like-nido.html' title='You&apos;re like Nido...'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-4580598394769996747</id><published>2009-07-10T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:57:00.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orchard Infested by CJC Students</title><content type='html'>Brother Paul made a *shocking* announcement this morning. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL CCAs CANCELED, UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How cool is that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pare&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, Orchard Road was teeming with students clad in that distinctly CJC, ugly blue uniform this afternoon. Well, it's not really surprising since CJC is very near Orchard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA canceled, so I was able to go out with my IG. Yipee! We watched I Love You, Man at Shaw. The movie was hilarious. You should watch it, like seriously. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running a slight fever. Hoe noes! I have H1N1! XD This whole paranoia about swine flu is really absurd. They're blowing it out of proportion. IT'S AIRBORNE. Unless they keep us in vacuum rooms, they wouldn't be able to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;contain&lt;/span&gt; the virus. -_-" Then again, I'm not complaining about CCA getting canceled. &gt;:) Rumor has it that Bro. Paul is planning on closing down the school for a week due to the 2 confirmed cases in CJC. The bloody idiots were walking around in school when they were already infected, so technically, everyone who's been near them would have to be quarantined. Last I heard, they already put 30ish people on LOA. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going hula dancing with Janelle tomorrow. Should be interesting. And Chesca and I will start on a running regimen shit, because she badly needs to pass her NAPFA, and I need to run, just because. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Pearly shells, from the ocean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-4580598394769996747?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/4580598394769996747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=4580598394769996747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/4580598394769996747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/4580598394769996747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/07/orchard-infested-by-cjc-students.html' title='Orchard Infested by CJC Students'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-8931238232471569702</id><published>2009-07-09T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:46:49.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang! Bang! Bang! Who died?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHIT HAPPENS. XD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an intro, right? The perfect beginning for a totally whack blogpost. (PWNED!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;s&gt;Fo yo out there, who ain't got no shizzz&lt;/s&gt; For those of you out there who do not speak BLACK, 'whack' is the opposite of 'buck.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start killing myself slowly next week, since this week is ending anyway, so I might as well enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Translation: Nessy will have no life other than school and CCA and hostel starting next week due to the sudden influx of projects and conferences. (Thus, the stockpile of food. :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least that's the plan. But I need to figure out a way to somehow prevent myself from using my laptop first like, I don't know, a restraining order? *starts to repeatedly bang head on table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class has been moved to the fifth floor. I suppose that makes up for not having to walk more than 100m to school. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop here. My Chemistry homework awaits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-8931238232471569702?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/8931238232471569702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=8931238232471569702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8931238232471569702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/8931238232471569702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/07/bang-bang-bang-who-died.html' title='Bang! Bang! Bang! Who died?'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-3335972217275446938</id><published>2009-07-09T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:51:52.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We all meet mistakes.</title><content type='html'>***Sudden rant triggered by lack of sleep, caffeine and overfatigue. Pardon the indifference. I think I got it from Chesca. XD (Okay. I kid, I kid. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangus... He's seriously getting on my LAST nerve. -_-" Need he publish every single thing on Facebook??? He's already had 3 "break-ups" in the span of 6 months, and he still hasn't figured out that he's probably the one with a problem. *sigh* Maybe I should be a little bit more insensitive and say it right to his face? Hrmmm... I could do that, I think. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note to reader: This blogger from Krungtopia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;does not care for the feelings of others&lt;/span&gt;, much to THE other people's dismay and has been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;desensitized&lt;/span&gt;. Read that? Or do you want me to spell it out for you? O_o This blogger is also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely tactless&lt;/span&gt;, and could sometimes just blurt out random and more often than not, insulting stuff. (e.g. "You got braces... eeeeewww!" and "Just cut the crap and tell us your point. You're wasting my time. I don't need your reflections shit on your Leadership Training Camp.") &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Guilt is not in this blogger's vocabulary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, at least, not anymore. &gt;:) Before this blogger forgets, this note isn't directed to anyone in particular, so you can stop hating this blogger now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like he's the only dealing with some sort of emotional hu-ha (how exactly do you spell "hu-ha" again?). I AM ALSO UNDERGOING EMOTIONAL DISTRESS. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I STILL HAVEN'T GOT A FREAKIN' PUPPY TO TALK TO DAMMIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so getting a turtle... soon. &gt;3&lt;&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother is coming in a week, and the daughter can't stay out because of swine flu. Whattabummer. Oh well, at least the daughter might get her curfew extended and get quarantined for a week, all because of the mother. MWAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results will be released next week. So, in a week's time, I'll either be jumping for joy, or jumping off the &lt;s&gt;roof&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;window&lt;/s&gt; grandstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I didn't take a cookie from the cookie jar. I took the whole damn jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. I'm not cryptic. NO. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A honey tongue, a heart of gall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-3335972217275446938?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/3335972217275446938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=3335972217275446938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/3335972217275446938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/3335972217275446938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-all-meet-mistakes.html' title='We all meet mistakes.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-7902995657732277325</id><published>2009-07-07T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:36:20.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breeze.</title><content type='html'>Someone used up my detergent. Great. Just when I really needed to wash my clothes. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation by my roomie: Maybe they thought it was common detergent or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply: Isn't it common knowledge that the hostel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; provide detergent? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's partly my fault for leaving it out in the laundry area, but guess what? I'm not the only one who does that but why is it that only mine got used up? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll have to go to TP again &lt;s&gt;tomorrow&lt;/s&gt; on Thursday to buy some detergent and toothpaste. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another random note, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pon-ed&lt;/span&gt; school and I bought bakkwa today, for no apparent reason. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now resume my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOUSE&lt;/span&gt; marathon. Tataaaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-7902995657732277325?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/7902995657732277325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=7902995657732277325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/7902995657732277325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/7902995657732277325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/07/breeze.html' title='Breeze.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-2706478257879068420</id><published>2009-07-05T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:08:37.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull and Bear.</title><content type='html'>Mega-SALE. And I didn't buy anything. O_O WOW. Good thing the shirt I like turned out to be a midriff else... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been out for the past three days so I decided to just stay in bed today. (No, actually, I just woke up like 3 pm and really, I see no point in going out for an hour. O_o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;miss&lt;/s&gt; want my Mr. Pringles! (Note to self: Don't forget to get your butt to Fairprice and buy some chips!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to patch things up between me and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pokpok Jr.&lt;/span&gt;, and what better way to start than by lending her some good ol' bimbo films. YAY! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am officially addicted to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/dance_crew/series.jhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;America's Best Dance Crew Season 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. You just have to love teh &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/dance_crew/crews.jhtml?crew=beat_freaks"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Beat Freaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/dance_crew/crews.jhtml?crew=quest_crew"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Quest Crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (and &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/photos/americas-best-dance-crew-3-crew-photos-quest-crew/1602745/3532981/photo.jhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Victor Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :P). &lt;3&gt;3&lt; For some reason, this show has lots of Filipinos on it. Seriously. 4 crews were composed mainly of Filipinos. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It's cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-2706478257879068420?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/2706478257879068420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=2706478257879068420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2706478257879068420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2706478257879068420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/07/pull-and-bear.html' title='Pull and Bear.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-6853667995179248301</id><published>2009-07-03T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:36:49.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Spontaneous.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. Haven't had a day like this in a looooong time. I miss it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day by watching House (I just love House's TWISTED-ness) and eating Oreos for breakfast. (I will never get tired of eating Oreos bay-beh!) Then I went out to run some errands for my mum. Took a stroll down Orchard Road, like how I used to when I was still in secondary school. O_O After which, I met Ate Jing to watch Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen at Cathay Cineleisure. (Saw Fiona, Ivy, Yuen Shin, Bruce, and Nate. I know I'm throwing in a bunch of names of people you've prolly never even met, but just pretend you know them, okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I think the first installment of the movie had more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;substance &lt;/span&gt;than this one. And I agree with Jani: IT'S TOO FRICKIN' LONG. Draggy, much? I remember going into the movie theater at around 3:20pm and out at 6:05pm. But I must say, the effects were goooood. Too much emphasis on the CG though. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adore&lt;/span&gt; Bumblebee, and I actually found the Twins and the Mini-Decepticon (who humped Megan Fox sometime towards the climax...) cute. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I went back to the hostel. I was late for curfew but who cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may or may not have realized, the CJC students have just finished their JCTs and are, at the moment, very happy about it. So, being in the celebratory mood that they were, they thought... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey, why not go to the Singapore Flyer?"&lt;/span&gt; Thus, the Singapore Flyer Adventure of the CJCH Frisbee Maniacs was... errrr... born? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.. there were 14 of us... and we wasted $10 each... so that makes a grand total of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;$140&lt;/span&gt;. All that money spent just because we were bored. Damn. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of fun... O_o and some gelato, and maybe a couple of bottles of soda? as well. XD Will post the photos on Facebook and Multiply as soon as I grab the whole set from Nigel. &gt;3&lt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A LIFE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;WOW.&lt;/span&gt; Surprising, isn't it? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;All work and no play, makes Nessy insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-6853667995179248301?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/6853667995179248301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=6853667995179248301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/6853667995179248301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/6853667995179248301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/07/spontaneity.html' title='Spontaneity.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-765820130104546129</id><published>2009-07-02T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:47:54.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first ever JCTs are over.&lt;/span&gt; Booyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have figured out a way to avoid having to assess the difficulty of the papers. Ahi. Everytime somebody asks me how the paper was, I'd just say "IT'S OVER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it difficult? Was it easy? Do you think you'll get an A? Hell, I don't like it when people start asking these sort of questions. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned from my experience for the past 2 years that things don't always turn out the way you expect it to. For example, I may have found the Chemistry paper easy, but then I'd end up getting a B, and people would ask me how come I got a B? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;AYHEYTIT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I hate disappointments, so now I always expect the worst possible outcome. If I do better, then good, but if I do badly, at least I won't be surprised anymore. Besides, a wise man named Adam Sandler once said that happy endings don't exist in real life, so why bother wishing for one? &gt;3&lt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The bumming recommences.&lt;/span&gt; Yippeeeee! (Credits to junies for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pirated&lt;/span&gt; DVDs and foodies. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'mma watch Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen tomorrow. Yeahba!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-765820130104546129?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/765820130104546129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=765820130104546129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/765820130104546129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/765820130104546129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-2315886349611418626</id><published>2009-06-21T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:21:51.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bling Bling.</title><content type='html'>After a month, we're still bitter about the whole '&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Bling Bling&lt;/span&gt;' (uhmmm... our glow in the dark frisbee) incident. Seriously, boys can be so... so... petty. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent 3 1/2 hours of my life bitching about with the J1 guys, Kelvin and Auntie Yoki. Although I wouldn't really call it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitching&lt;/span&gt;... I consider it more as just plain gossiping. *GOSSIP GIRLS!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I'm not the only one who has something against &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MISSWHATSHERFACE&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, Auntie Yoki actually loathes her, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;major loathing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She told us that she enjoyed talking to us about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"the spoiled little princess"&lt;/span&gt; and that she's glad she's not the only one who doesn't like her. (Who does anyway? O_o) For the record, the Hostel D.D. doesn't like one of her 'children.' WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous CJCians like "Bangus", "Jack", "The Guy Who Files His Teeth", "Teh Hoe", etc. etc. also came up. But they weren't as interesting as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MISSWHATSHERFACE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun. *GASP* For some reason, it's easier to talk to guys about random topics. And thank heavens they know who Chuck Norris is. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse also came over today. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS BATCH 8!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start studying for Physics and Maths tomorrow. (I managed to finish Chem na! Wahoo!) But first, I have to find my notes. I seriously can't remember where I placed my Physics notes. (I don't even know if I remembered to take it from under my desk. O_o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Give me back the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-2315886349611418626?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/2315886349611418626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=2315886349611418626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2315886349611418626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2315886349611418626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/06/bling-bling.html' title='Bling Bling.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-7797123351078880037</id><published>2009-06-20T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:48:24.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumming.</title><content type='html'>Whattaday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mundane existence has become even mundane-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;... *sigh* My world has been narrowed down to &lt;s&gt;the four corners of my room&lt;/s&gt; my desk and my bed. And what's even worse is I'm not doing anything to change it. I planned on doing some rounds on the track and taking a trip down to TP to buy some food (GOSH. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOOD&lt;/span&gt;. O_O) but I never really got around to actually doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that bumming could be so B-O-R-I-N-G with a capital &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BORING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-7797123351078880037?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/7797123351078880037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=7797123351078880037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/7797123351078880037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/7797123351078880037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/06/bumming.html' title='Bumming.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-7551170553809039481</id><published>2009-06-19T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:17:56.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refugee no more.</title><content type='html'>I moved back into my room this afternoon, and it feels so alien to me now. o_O I am so gonna miss Kim Fey's bed, and her mattress, the aircon, and the ultra-clean room. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall be on hiatus yet again starting on Monday since I really have to start revising for my MYEs. And speaking of the MYEs, I wonder what I got for GP and Econs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wishing that the holidays would somehow be extended due to the rampant spread of H1N1 in Singapore. (&lt;a href="http://www.moh.gov.sg/mohcorp/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;103 confirmed cases as of now...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/a&gt; Not that I'm wishing that someone from the hostel contracts it of course... then again... hrmmmm... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to my last few days of freedom! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We'd be better off singing show tunes while watching the sun set...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-7551170553809039481?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/7551170553809039481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=7551170553809039481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/7551170553809039481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/7551170553809039481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/06/refugee-no-more.html' title='Refugee no more.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-5956342513790420195</id><published>2009-06-17T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:16:32.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Lazy Town!</title><content type='html'>Go and watch Nick Jr. if you don't know about Lazy Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I was FORCED to watch Nick Jr. whenever I had to babysit my brother, who is a big pain in the rear end by the way. (See, I am trying my hardest to lessen my use of expletives. :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been living like Babe, in the &lt;s&gt;big&lt;/s&gt; small city, for the past couple of days. I wake up for lunch, I stay awake for an hour or two, I take my afternoon nap, I wake up for dinner, I sleep. Yep. I would've just stayed in bed if I didn't have to go down to get some grub. (No '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yaya&lt;/span&gt;' or '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manang&lt;/span&gt;' or '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inday&lt;/span&gt;' or '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ate &lt;/span&gt;*insert &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;promdi &lt;/span&gt;name here*' to bring food up to my room here.) My daily trip to the dining hall is pretty much the only workout I've been doing. And I think I just gained 2 kg from all the Oreos and Ritz and Super Rings and Cadbury I've been eating. Yikes! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to &lt;s&gt;start&lt;/s&gt; go back to my studying soon. (I've already finished revising all the term 1 chapters for Chemistry. Aren't you proud of me?) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;, I have to start running soon. Need to lose the excess fats (from all the junk I've been eating) else I get kicked out the vball team, due to the fact that I can't jump/run/walk. Then again, that wouldn't be so bad since if that were to happen, I wouldn't have to hide my face everytime the team loses a match, which happens MOST OF THE TIME by the way. O_o Gosh. I'm so mean. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a new day. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have a way of fixing themselves. Only problem is, there's no way that my EoM is somehow going to write itself. Damn. I hate PW. Bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I sure do love pudding! O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-5956342513790420195?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/5956342513790420195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=5956342513790420195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/5956342513790420195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/5956342513790420195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-to-lazy-town.html' title='Welcome to Lazy Town!'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-41474945768810049</id><published>2009-06-13T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:53:56.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>De-cluttered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's major &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-cluttering day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pity on my concealed storage area thingy so I cleaned it up today. I found lotsa stuff... lots of I-forgot-I-own-this-! stuff. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.imgoinginsane.multiply.com/image/ppA-ZNnJ2CabXAtkcHdnuA/photos/1M/orig/530/Photo-0013.jpg?et=2PfIwORLpEd65%2C1OiGrsTQ&amp;amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 157px; height: 196px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.imgoinginsane.multiply.com/image/ppA-ZNnJ2CabXAtkcHdnuA/photos/1M/300x300/530/Photo-0013.jpg?et=AVHGtGqLB7iG1siQySNDXA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.imgoinginsane.multiply.com/image/IqWnCe+Rq+42P7+H8w28-g/photos/1M/orig/529/Photo-0012.jpg?et=eRHwzZWFm7UtY9QPsWs%2Bhg&amp;amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 156px; height: 196px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.imgoinginsane.multiply.com/image/IqWnCe+Rq+42P7+H8w28-g/photos/1M/300x300/529/Photo-0012.jpg?et=Vulg4McgA7livjafe7pODw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.imgoinginsane.multiply.com/image/naIYCTqdlGIhTjPDi8PLRw/photos/1M/orig/531/Photo-0011.jpg?et=fYafcv7gnOuu%2CeKch2Zj4w&amp;amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 175px; height: 140px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.imgoinginsane.multiply.com/image/naIYCTqdlGIhTjPDi8PLRw/photos/1M/300x300/531/Photo-0011.jpg?et=Bk4UoYVH8XFb2RQ57UlkXQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Needless to say, my room was in SUCH a mess... including my suitcase of old clothes. O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After cleaning up&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.imgoinginsane.multiply.com/image/6uUdPTQsob6pTM9fI4RLzA/photos/1M/orig/532/Photo-0017.jpg?et=EHgis27WGvwuKrwIMBT0yw&amp;amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 214px; height: 171px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.imgoinginsane.multiply.com/image/6uUdPTQsob6pTM9fI4RLzA/photos/1M/300x300/532/Photo-0017.jpg?et=TZ88rCzd8iOc4EckwNhxMA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND OUR FLOOOOOOR! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I found some more random stuff as well... like my long lost shaker pencil, my MGS badge (matutuwa si Jim!), a beach ball (I forgot I even had it), and... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDGAR THE FREAKY GEBRA&lt;/span&gt;! YEHEY! May kalaro na ulit si Kip. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that EOM's due on Monday, and I haven't even started on it. Plus, I have yet to do my part for WR and it's due tomorrow. And... I haven't had a decent sleep in 3 days. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to torture myself some more... bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-41474945768810049?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/41474945768810049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=41474945768810049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/41474945768810049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/41474945768810049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/06/de-cluttered.html' title='De-cluttered.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-842310141042680566</id><published>2009-06-12T01:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:17:57.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth hurts. Dammit.</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through my sister's FS profile (yes, I still open my FS account, every now and then) when I stumbled upon this album aptly titled as 'GRADUATION.' This one bleepin' word triggered a whole string of bullshit and emo-ness in my head, thus, this blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realization that my sister, my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LITTLE&lt;/span&gt; sister (though she's not very little coz she's like... taller than me O_o) will finish her schooling before I'm even halfway done with university, provided that she doesn't take up masteral or doctorate or whatever extra shizz, hit me hard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pare&lt;/span&gt;. No, I'm not going black. Shit just didn't seem like the appropriate word. And I'm trying to lessen my use of profanities, thank you very much. But, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people have been telling me that they think that I'm just wasting my time here in Singapore. Fair enough. But if you think about it, my staying here would eventually (errr... hopefully?) give me a 'better' future. Or so &lt;s&gt;they let me&lt;/s&gt; I think. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah, yes. There's the whole IF-I-do-well-in-my-As part, and judging by my academic performance for the past 4 months, there's still hope for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaaah! Who am I kidding. I've been flunking pretty much everything except GP and Econs (surprisingly). YES. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I AM FAILING MATHS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. So much for being a scholar, neh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. You reap what you sow. Right? As long as I don't go back to the Philly for Uni, I'm happy. I swear that I will give away half my clothes to charity if I end up studying in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Salle&lt;/span&gt;. (no more &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for me and me no likey &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ateneo&lt;/span&gt;, please don't ask me why -_-") &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;AH1N1MO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La  Salle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;On another random note... I'm still craving for tapsi. (wala na yung 'log' kasi nag-microwave na kami ng egg kanina XD) Hindi ako buntis, GAGU. Ano yun? Parthenogenetic? LOL. Maybe it's because normally, at this time of the year, I'll be in the Philly, enjoying 2 weeks of pollution and yummylicious Filipino food. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Guess what? It doesn't work. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-842310141042680566?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/842310141042680566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=842310141042680566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/842310141042680566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/842310141042680566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/06/truth-hurts-dammit.html' title='The truth hurts. Dammit.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-307996194599867038</id><published>2009-06-08T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:23:20.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Use 'clemency' in a sentence.</title><content type='html'>"I put &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clemency &lt;/span&gt;on the pancit. So yummy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so fun to play no-brainer games! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HaaAmbonRRY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HaaAmbonRRY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I HEARTS HEECHUL!!!&lt;/span&gt; (The guy in the red dress. LOL!) He's too darn cute! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done one of these in like ages so here... ENJOY! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Survey.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Now, here's what you're supposed to do... And please do not spoil the Fun. Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 20 of your girl friends to answer this. Then see what happens.&lt;/s&gt; I want to spoil the fun. Paki mo? &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYFRIEND POTENTIAL SURVEY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.dapat ba gwapo?&lt;br /&gt;- He doesn't have to be gwapo. As long as he looks presentable, that's fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. matalino?&lt;br /&gt;- Not too smart. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. preferred Age?&lt;br /&gt;- Older of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. preferred height?&lt;br /&gt;- Taller than me. (Hindi mahirap maghanap nyan! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;- Sure sure. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;- Uh... okay lang kahit isa... I think. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;br /&gt;- No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. mushy or no?&lt;br /&gt;- That depends. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;br /&gt;- HEALTHY. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Moreno or chinito or mestizo?&lt;br /&gt;- Moreno? Ayokong mukha kaming kape't gatas. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;- NEAT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;br /&gt;- HA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;br /&gt;- YES PLEASE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;- No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;- Okay lang. But not the alcoholic type. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Boy-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;- Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Musically inclined?&lt;br /&gt;- Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;br /&gt;- Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;- ACOUSTIC GUITAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;br /&gt;- Uhmmm... sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;br /&gt;- He doesn't have to be a good singer. As long as he knows how to sing, pwede na. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Vain?&lt;br /&gt;- Not too vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;br /&gt;- If he looks better with it, why not? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. With braces?&lt;br /&gt;- Uhmmm... I suppose can lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;br /&gt;- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rebel or good boy?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know. Somewhere in the middle, pero closer to the rebel side? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;br /&gt;- Active. But passive at appropriate times. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. tight or bomb?&lt;br /&gt;- WHUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;br /&gt;- LOL. Both. XD Pero kahit hindi marunong, okay lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Suplado?&lt;br /&gt;- Ay. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;br /&gt;- No thanks. I don't like guys who wear DASTERS. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;br /&gt;- Uhmmm... one's enough. No more, pero less pwede. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Torpe?&lt;br /&gt;- Ayoko na ng torpe. &gt;.&lt;&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Campus crush?&lt;br /&gt;- Ayoko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Painter ..?&lt;br /&gt;- Okay lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Religious?&lt;br /&gt;- Basta ba hindi ako biglang dadasalan o kaya ay kakaladkarin papuntang simbahan eh. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Alaskador?&lt;br /&gt;- Wag lang sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Computer games geek? Or internet freak&lt;br /&gt;- Uhmmm... no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;br /&gt;- SURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Loyal o faithful?&lt;br /&gt;- Both would be wonderful. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RANDOM QUESTIONS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you were to kill a man, horror movie style, which kitchen utensil would you use?&lt;br /&gt;Hrmmm... I would gouge his eyes out using my bare hands, and then stab him to death with a pencil. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you ever swallow a coin?&lt;br /&gt;Nooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the worst gift you've ever received?&lt;br /&gt;Ay. DIAPER. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your most embarrassing childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;I... I... dun remember. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Ehehehe. Just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's your mom's middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Nung single pa siya? Sarmiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever operated a fire extinguisher?&lt;br /&gt;Yez. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Worst car you ever had to drive and why?&lt;br /&gt;I don't drive. (Ahihihi...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;My home tutor. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you hope to have accomplished by the end of this year?&lt;br /&gt;Basta ba pumasa ko sa Promos at maka-B man lang sa PW eh kuntento na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you have any reallllly crazy relatives?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I mean like REAL LOONIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Did you ever wake up under the influence of NyQuil, completely unable to move?&lt;br /&gt;Whut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you feeling nostalgic right now?&lt;br /&gt;Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Did you own a Lite-Brite?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Can you dive?&lt;br /&gt;Dive? Maraming klaseng dive. May cliff diving, sky diving, yung diving sa pool, pwede ka din magdive sa kama, o kaya sa simento... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you own a mouthpiece for anything?&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever used a pogo stick?&lt;br /&gt;OO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who was the most creative bum you've ever met, trying to get some money from you?&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Yung manong sa Boon Keng MRT. (Kasalanan 'to ni Kuya Neil!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Whats your favorite Jelly Belly jelly bean flavor?&lt;br /&gt;Lime. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite food you CRAVEEE?&lt;br /&gt;Right now? HUMBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you pulled lint out of your bellybutton?&lt;br /&gt;Errr... dunno. =_=" and EEEEEWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Did you ever use someone else's toothbrush?&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you REALLY floss everyday?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allowed to floss my teeth. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is your favorite cologne/perfume you always wear?&lt;br /&gt;Before, Lacoste. Now, Adidas. Wow. Big diff. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If you were on Double Dare, would you take the physical challenge?&lt;br /&gt;Okay lang. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What's the largest living organism that you killed?&lt;br /&gt;PUSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Did you ever take a lighting bug and smear it's guts on your arm so you get a cool glowing effect like war paint?&lt;br /&gt;What's a lighting bug? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What's the best toy you've ever gotten in a McDonald's happy meal?&lt;br /&gt;Hello Kitty dolls. Nakakatuwa eh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. If you could be anywhere in the world doing anything right now what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Somewhere not in Singapore please.&gt;&lt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-307996194599867038?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/307996194599867038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=307996194599867038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/307996194599867038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/307996194599867038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/06/use-clemency-in-sentence.html' title='Use &apos;clemency&apos; in a sentence.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-4380828742495368562</id><published>2009-06-08T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:55:42.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived the 30 Hour Famine Camp...</title><content type='html'>and all I got was &lt;s&gt;a&lt;/s&gt; 2 servings of Nasi Lemak (I was so hungry that I ate it even if it was practically swimming in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHILLI&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/Sivno_w0YGI/AAAAAAAAADM/eTxYUaS6eMU/s1600-h/Photo-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/Sivno_w0YGI/AAAAAAAAADM/eTxYUaS6eMU/s320/Photo-0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344620074302201954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this shirt, which isn't even my size! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, after starving myself for 30 hours, aside from a really bad hair day, those were all I got. And the shirt isn't even free. I had to pay $10 for it, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good part about my Famine Camp experience was when our bus left us, so we had to wait for one hour plus for the other bus to come. We ended up taking a cab instead since the other bus forgot about us as well, and missing the whole BIG ACS (BARKER) CLEANUP. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm nursing a tummyache due to my binging yesterday. I ate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;, and by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;, I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A LOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, last night. Yes, I blame my stupidity. But I couldn't resist. The moment I saw my dear Oreos and Ruffles, I started eating and eating and eating and before I realized, I finished 2 packs already. I love Oreos like a fat kid loves cake. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing the exact same look I had when I found out that Santa Claus isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Follow the white rabbit. It might lead you to Wonderland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-4380828742495368562?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/4380828742495368562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=4380828742495368562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/4380828742495368562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/4380828742495368562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-survived-30-hour-famine-camp.html' title='I survived the 30 Hour Famine Camp...'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/Sivno_w0YGI/AAAAAAAAADM/eTxYUaS6eMU/s72-c/Photo-0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-931831124924971878</id><published>2009-06-04T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:53:57.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Famine Camp 2009</title><content type='html'>I won't be around tomorrow until Saturday because I'm going for this year's &lt;a href="http://www.30hourfamine.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Famine Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I paid them $30 so that I can starve myself for 30 hours. Makes sense? No? Oh, there's this additional thing... my starving myself is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed to&lt;/span&gt; benefit the poor people in countries like Lesotho, Sri Lanka, Cambodia and Thailand. Nope, not the Philippines. Surprisingly. Not including the Philippines. I don't know why. Ask them organizers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm a do-gooder. I do good stuff... for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;CIP&lt;/span&gt; of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only downside in doing CIP. You do it for the hours, not because you really want to. I'm not saying that everyone who does CIP only does it to clock in the needed hours. My point is that the true meaning of charity gets lost in the process because, well, we all have our ulterior motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized this when I went for the Boys' Town CIP when I was in Sec3. There was this kid who approached us and told us to leave. You know what he said? "You're only here for CIP, right?" Isn't it ironic that a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;juvenile delinquent&lt;/span&gt; (that's what THEY call them) made me realize the stupidity behind this activity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was what made me stop doing CIP, at least, up until now. Somehow, I am forced to do CIP because of NYAA. I need to. I don't want it, but I need it, I need my CIP hours. It's stupid. It's hypocritical. It goes against my so-called principles. But, I don't really have much of a choice now, do I? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;need&lt;/s&gt; want my NYAA. It looks good on my portfolio. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go burn me at the stake&lt;/span&gt; if you want to. I deserve it. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;They're missing the point...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-931831124924971878?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/931831124924971878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=931831124924971878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/931831124924971878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/931831124924971878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/06/famine-camp-2009.html' title='Famine Camp 2009'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-3040629415917793164</id><published>2009-06-04T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:19:01.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilly is Nessy's...</title><content type='html'>and Nessy is Hilly's! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the title sounds really wrong but 'Hilly' just sounds super cute! :)) (Hilly = Hillary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My newest addiction: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Friends for Sale&lt;/span&gt;. (Another one of Facebook's numerous applications :P) Go on and try it, if you haven't yet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I skipped training again. I won't be surprised if I get kicked out of the team or something since I've missed 2 trainings already. O_O Then again, I gots an MC so technically, I'm on errrr.... sick leave! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes Gerry, I couldn't agree with you more. He really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; weird. But at least, not as weird as IT. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://community.livejournal.com/heechuladay/"&gt;Heechuladay&lt;/a&gt; keeps the boohoos awaaaay! \:D/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-3040629415917793164?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/3040629415917793164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=3040629415917793164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/3040629415917793164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/3040629415917793164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/06/hilly-is-nessys.html' title='Hilly is Nessy&apos;s...'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-4800443081934369179</id><published>2009-06-02T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:18:04.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shift + Del</title><content type='html'>Now, if we there's only an option, some button on (or in) our heads to permanently delete all the unwanted memories, then the world would be a happier place. But, sadly, we can't. There's no way to somehow bypass our very own &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;recycle bins&lt;/span&gt;. Not even an 'empty the recycle bin' option dammit. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ako ay nagtatampo&lt;/span&gt;. Try guessing why. Want a clue? Here it is: Get Well Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I know it's childish. I know it's petty.&lt;br /&gt;But you have to understand that I'm a 7-year-old trapped in a 17-year-old's body. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-4800443081934369179?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/4800443081934369179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=4800443081934369179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/4800443081934369179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/4800443081934369179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/06/shift-del.html' title='Shift + Del'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-6758686313821433143</id><published>2009-06-01T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T04:38:15.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with flu.</title><content type='html'>Guess what the hostel manager did when I asked if she has some Panadol Flu in store? She asked me to stay away from her! Like OMG! It's as if she thinks I have H1N1 A or something. &gt;.&lt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wala akong Swine Flu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; I've just been infected by your friendly everyday Common Flu virus. &lt;s&gt;I'll prolly be better in a few days, if I manage to stay away from my stash of junk food. *grabs the nearest bag of chips* &lt;/s&gt;O_o Okay, maybe that won't really work. I know! If I remember to take my meds on time, I'll probably feel better by tomorrow, and I'll be up and running for volleyball training on Wednesday! Sweet sweet convalescence! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, there has been a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slight&lt;/span&gt; improvement on the curfew issue... Oh yes! My curfew's been extended to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;9pm&lt;/span&gt; on weekdays! Somehow, I feel less of a loser now that I can actually go out for dinner (or a movie) with my friends, and this makes Kuya Pol less of an ass&lt;s&gt;, although I'm still a bit miffed about him pinching and making batok me&lt;/s&gt;. Ahihihi... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AHzIq_n-DQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AHzIq_n-DQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You belong with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-6758686313821433143?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/6758686313821433143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=6758686313821433143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/6758686313821433143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/6758686313821433143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/06/down-with-flu.html' title='Down with flu.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-2910745339120066718</id><published>2009-05-31T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T20:55:38.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee Tae.</title><content type='html'>Ang kinababaliwan na Koreano ni Chesca. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chesca: Ahahahaha! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(She sounds like a choking dog again. Ahihihi...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was a wander-full day! &lt;s&gt;Nakita ko si Luke Mijares. Aiyeeee! (EEEEWWWW!) O_o&lt;/s&gt; Kung saan saan kami napadpad ni Camille, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;tapos umextra si Chesca&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at NUS. Went shopping at Taka. Then camwhoring at teh tables near Le Grandstand. :P Oh yeah, most importantly, kinantahan namin si Teh Hoe sa lounge, habang &lt;s&gt;nakikipaglandian&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;nakikipagligawan&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;nakikipag-lambuchingan&lt;/span&gt; siya with Marilyn. XD Needless to say, it was a &lt;s&gt;disgusting&lt;/s&gt; disturbing sight. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Paul dropped by today too... and he did something terrible. He actually thought that I was POKPOK! T_T For Pete's sake &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;of crying out loud&lt;/span&gt;! I do not resemble THAT... THAT... ***t!!! So next time, look more closely before you start calling people by a different name! Anyone but her (and trenta), please! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick. I am sick. I am sick. And reading *insert title here* just made me feel a hundred times worse. *sigh* Oh well, at least Kuya Rowland's Facebook note cheered me up, a bit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Alam mo ba'ng may iba't-ibang view?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Diba may side, top at front view?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Tapos?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Alam mo ba kung ano'ng &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; view?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Ano?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Loview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then watching SuJu videos made me feel a whole lot better! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aPXvjmLNXFo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aPXvjmLNXFo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahihihi... Aren't they just adorable? :P SuJu is &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-2910745339120066718?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/2910745339120066718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=2910745339120066718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2910745339120066718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2910745339120066718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/05/lee-tae.html' title='Lee Tae.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-7595604254523005324</id><published>2009-05-30T22:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:49:06.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still the DARKEST of them all.</title><content type='html'>Go ask the mirror if you don't believe me. (It need not be a magical mirror, seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahihihi. Obviously, I just finished watching "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs." Don't mind the weird lifting. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Honestly, I find the whole idea of fairytales stupid and I don't even know why I watch them. Does Prince Charming use the antidote (does the Queen's poison even have an antidote? O_o) as his lip gloss/balm/sheen? I mean, how else would he be able to revive Snow White with just a kiss?! And don't tell me about this whole 'kiss of true love' bullcrap. I don't buy it. I don't buy love. I'm... misophylist! (WHUT?)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got bored. Incredibly BORED, with a capital BORED. XD So... uhmmm... let's just say that my laptop's built-in camera and my digicam were  put to good use. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiFAafL0IaI/AAAAAAAAADE/HoShANXdbdo/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090530_58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiFAafL0IaI/AAAAAAAAADE/HoShANXdbdo/s200/Snapshot_20090530_58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341621456829948322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiFAaGEd4vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jMmif045xUw/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090530_54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiFAaGEd4vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jMmif045xUw/s200/Snapshot_20090530_54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341621450088243954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiFAZy34GfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lmiMkd8lJlU/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090530_52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiFAZy34GfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lmiMkd8lJlU/s200/Snapshot_20090530_52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341621444935162354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiFAZ7YMzLI/AAAAAAAAACs/-M3eOwLn1Os/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090530_50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiFAZ7YMzLI/AAAAAAAAACs/-M3eOwLn1Os/s200/Snapshot_20090530_50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341621447218220210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiFAZmt9ufI/AAAAAAAAACk/4s2ANVm4dR4/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090530_48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiFAZmt9ufI/AAAAAAAAACk/4s2ANVm4dR4/s200/Snapshot_20090530_48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341621441672362482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiE_xynehmI/AAAAAAAAACc/ePS0tYsT3Yw/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090530_42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiE_xynehmI/AAAAAAAAACc/ePS0tYsT3Yw/s200/Snapshot_20090530_42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341620757671609954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiE_xovA7XI/AAAAAAAAACU/drd7IipXS0o/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090530_36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiE_xovA7XI/AAAAAAAAACU/drd7IipXS0o/s200/Snapshot_20090530_36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341620755018870130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiE_xlYHTHI/AAAAAAAAACM/JgTzIG9biAs/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090530_34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiE_xlYHTHI/AAAAAAAAACM/JgTzIG9biAs/s200/Snapshot_20090530_34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341620754117512306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiE_xKg5QhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KR5RDGqDdwA/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiE_xKg5QhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KR5RDGqDdwA/s200/Snapshot_20090530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341620746906583570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more where those photos came from. Trust me. &gt;:D My desktop's practically littered with my face! XD (Uhmm... I put everything on my Desktop, just for the convenience of it. I'm THAT lazy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, about today. I got a new shirt! And it's yellow! And it's OVERSIZED! :D Clarisse is still learning the art of using a squirt bottle. *sigh* After a day's worth of training (come to think of it, I was with her for the longest time in MONTHS), she still hasn't mastered the art of squirting. I am such a failure when it comes to teaching this sort of skill. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Parry Hall today too, where I played table tennis with Magno, and saw those whom I haven't seen in ages. (i.e. Pun, Win, Fadhli, Luke, Jishnu XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went &lt;s&gt;home&lt;/s&gt; back to our hostel. In my case, to my beloved CJCH. &gt;.&lt; (My curfew's 6pm for the whole June hols dammit!)  Before I forget...  &lt;object width="230" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="230" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can laugh now. BWAHAHAHAHA!!! Tropical priest!!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End transmission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-7595604254523005324?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/7595604254523005324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=7595604254523005324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/7595604254523005324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/7595604254523005324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-still-darkest-of-them-all.html' title='I&apos;m still the DARKEST of them all.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/SiFAafL0IaI/AAAAAAAAADE/HoShANXdbdo/s72-c/Snapshot_20090530_58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-1248671892517629781</id><published>2009-05-29T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:07:09.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy ever afters.</title><content type='html'>The week-long bumming officially starts NOW. \:D/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find words to express how happy I am that my GP and Econs papers are over. &lt;s&gt;Nevermind that I think I totally screwed up both papers because I always think that I screw up, but I end up doing okay, and by okay, I mean I pass. O_o&lt;/s&gt; Again. I'm just glad it's finished. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week of mugging turned my brain to &lt;s&gt;fudge sludge&lt;/s&gt; baby food, and I shall mushify (see, baby food!) it even further by saturating myself with chick flicks and princess movies and well, more chick flicks. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now focus my attention on my newly acquired &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cough* illegally downloaded *cough*&lt;/span&gt; collection of Disney movies. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dances off while singing 'I am Cow'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. For those of you who do not know the song that is 'I am Cow'... shame on you! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am Cow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arrogant Worms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, hear me moo,&lt;br /&gt;I weigh twice as much as you,&lt;br /&gt;And I look good on a barbecue.&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt, curd, cream cheese, and butter,&lt;br /&gt;Made from liquid from my udders,&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, I am cow, hear me moo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, eating grass,&lt;br /&gt;Methane gas comes out my ass&lt;br /&gt;And out my muzzle when I belch.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the ozone layer is thinner,&lt;br /&gt;From the outcome of my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, I am cow, I've got gas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, here I stand,&lt;br /&gt;Far and wide upon this land,&lt;br /&gt;And I am living everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;From D.C. to Newfoundland,&lt;br /&gt;You can squeeze my tits by hand.&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, I am cow, I am cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cow, I am cow, I am cow!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ROFLMAO*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-1248671892517629781?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/1248671892517629781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=1248671892517629781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1248671892517629781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1248671892517629781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-ever-afters.html' title='Happy ever afters.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-2048399881346960674</id><published>2009-05-22T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:15:16.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging hiatus.</title><content type='html'>I'll be taking a leave from blogging (both from &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://www.imgoinginsane.multiply.com"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; and from &lt;a href="http://www.whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) for the next week since my GP and Econs MYE are fast approaching. Add to that the fact that my &lt;s&gt;passion&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;interest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for blogging has severely declined. (See &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://www.investopedia.com/terms/l/lawofdiminishingutility.asp"&gt;Law of Diminishing Marginal Utility&lt;/a&gt;. And yes, I'm studying Econs at the moment. XD) And you end up getting a week off from having to see my face on your Inbox. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding aside, I am serious about the 'losing my enthusiasm for blogging' part. For the past 2, maybe 3 weeks, I have found it more of a displeasure to make a blogpost. (Isn't it ironic that I'm telling you THIS on my blog?) I'm finding it hard to make &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;JUST ANOTHER BLOGPOST&lt;/span&gt;, like the random blurbs I used to publish in this shabby little blog of mine. Then again, why do I even bother thinking about what to write when hardly anyone reads my page. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 hours of volleyball completely drained me of what little enthusiasm I have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go to Lalaland now, in search of my beloved sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, and may you enjoy your last week of *holidays/school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cancel whichever DOESN'T apply to you. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Clicks on 'Publish Post'*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-2048399881346960674?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/2048399881346960674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=2048399881346960674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2048399881346960674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2048399881346960674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging-hiatus.html' title='Blogging hiatus.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-1044506144617402157</id><published>2009-05-19T01:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:18:06.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweet smell of sweat.</title><content type='html'>Oh the stink of the volleyball players immediately after an hour of gym training, and another hour of playing under the sweltering heat of the afternoon sun, mingling with the fresh air brought about by the cool breeze, was just a scent to behold! XD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakaka-high yung amoy, grabe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;Para kang nasa heaven&lt;/s&gt; Mapupunta ka sa heaven ng wala sa oras dahil sa sobrang bango. Good thing my nose has been desensitized already, or else I would still be suffering from migraine now. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of getting high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="230" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/04i8RO-P7qg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/04i8RO-P7qg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="230" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, right? This is why being reporter is such a rewarding job. Free weed, anyone? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-1044506144617402157?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/1044506144617402157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=1044506144617402157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1044506144617402157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/1044506144617402157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-smell-of-sweat.html' title='The sweet smell of sweat.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-6753728896104418336</id><published>2009-05-18T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:35:02.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overworked and underpaid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;JC life hasn't been friendly, in terms of schoolwork. PW alone is driving me up the wall. Add to that GP, Econs, Chem, Physics and Maths... hrmmm... that's tantamount to murder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what in the world is wrong with the teachers here in SG. For some reason, each teacher thinks that his/her student is taking ONLY the subject he/she is teaching. Thus, the ridiculous amount of homework. I have nothing against them giving us homework, rather, it's the number of homework they give us that I cannot understand. Seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 worksheets for one subject alone, to be done over the weekend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;??? Please! I AIN'T NO ROBOT! T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;, it's a wonder I'm still holding up. -_-" And no, I don't procrastinate, at least, not anymore. I've learned my lesson. Now I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;trying &lt;/span&gt;(note the word 'trying') to cope with schoolwork AND CCA AND my new addiction to ultimate frisbee. (I blame Aditya XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another unproductive weekend over. *sigh* I can't wait for the June holidays to start. I need to get my life back on track. And I need to go out. (I haven't gone out in 2 weeks straight. If I keep this up, I'll probably go mad in a month. &gt;.&lt;)  One last thing... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M NO SCROOGE YOU DUMBO!&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-6753728896104418336?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/6753728896104418336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=6753728896104418336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/6753728896104418336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/6753728896104418336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/05/overwork-and-underpaid.html' title='Overworked and underpaid.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-7343958009492126409</id><published>2009-05-17T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T02:16:51.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Mugging</title><content type='html'>Is there a book on How to Mug Properly or Tips on How to Mug or even Mugging for Dummies? If there is, where can I get it? I seriously need to start studying. MYE's (yes, JCs have MYEs too) in two weeks time and I still can't write a C-grade Econs essay, nor a C-grade GP essay. (To anyone who thinks that Econs is easy, well, SCREW YOU. -_-") But I can't really study for GP, right? O_o Worst case scenario: I fail both subjects, which means I screwed up like 20% of my Promos already, and if I fail Promos, you know what will happen. &lt;s&gt;Then again, getting sent back home wouldn't be so bad.&lt;/s&gt; I don't want that to happen. Hell, I'd rather die of swine flu or even food poisoning than go back to the Philippines to study. (I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; serious about the 'dying' part though. But you do get my point, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Rowland went to CJC today. And that actually made my day. I haven't laughed like that in a looong time. XD And thanks to his friend, (I feel so bad. I just met him this afternoon and I've already forgotten his name. O_O) I can now use my Y!M again. Yipee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I just found out that my blog's title (look up dearie) is the title of one of &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sticks_and_Stones_%28New_Found_Glory_album%29"&gt;New Found Glory's album&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't know, honest. I got it from one quote I've read before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Sticks and stones can break your bones, but words can break your heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. That's the quote. I forgot who said it though. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-7343958009492126409?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/7343958009492126409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=7343958009492126409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/7343958009492126409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/7343958009492126409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/05/art-of-mugging.html' title='The Art of Mugging'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-2266597604368611558</id><published>2009-05-15T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:04:51.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stairway to hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;You prolly wouldn't want to be me, at least, &lt;s&gt;on Fridays&lt;/s&gt; this particular &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't want to be me. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANY &lt;/span&gt;sleep, and when I say I haven't had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANY &lt;/span&gt;sleep, I mean not even a wink, or a short nap. So basically, if you were to compare me to a car, I'm running on empty now. Need to gas up, and recharge for another day ahead... *flashback*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, sleep deprived, and hungry, since I wasn't able to eat during recess because of the stupid GPP. Little did I know what lay ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop: Auditorium to play &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sepak_takraw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sepak Takraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I pretty much suck at it, since I &lt;s&gt;am not Malay, contrary to what some people think&lt;/s&gt; can't even kick the stupid rattan ball. O_o Mind you, it was hard. I tried doing a header (whatever) and ended up with a bump on my head. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second stop: Grandstand for CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was raining, we had to settle for the good ol' PT routine the coach has come up with in like, 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3,000 skips&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; This one's pretty manageable. Once you've done a thousand or more, your legs and knees are too sore to actually feel anything. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 sit-ups&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; I've had worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 push-ups&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; You can bet on it that by the end of this year, my arms would be more muscular than they are now. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;200 counts of shuffling&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; We had to count in Chinese. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stairway to hell&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; Go up three floors 10x, while piggybacking someone of about the same weight as you. I think he got this idea from the basketball players who were piggybacking (the word sounds so wrong...) each other... O_O&lt;br /&gt;After the whole ordeal, my legs were shaking so badly, it looked as if I were having some sort of spasmssss. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third stop: Grandstand. Ultimate frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially Hilla's number one fan. The dude's an awesome UF player. Maybe that's why we won... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball training (as in the REAL DEAL) starts next week. I need to start training myself how to sleep early. It would really suck if I suddenly get kicked out because I'm not fit enought or whatever. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;There's a reason why we close our eyes when we dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836680521204371430-2266597604368611558?l=whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/feeds/2266597604368611558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836680521204371430&amp;postID=2266597604368611558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2266597604368611558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836680521204371430/posts/default/2266597604368611558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whererainbowsfade.blogspot.com/2009/05/stairway-to-hell.html' title='Stairway to hell.'/><author><name>Nessy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734350995304673739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_56bjY_w8evI/S_aZAvHaFHI/AAAAAAAAADY/8w7LPB_5pXs/S220/Aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836680521204371430.post-1962805290623386772</id><published>2009-05-15T01:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:53:21.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my *newest* blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been neglecting my Blogger account these days since I'm pretty much used to posting on my &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://www.imgoinginsane.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; already... but all that is about to change! XD *insert sfx here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm not moving. I'll be keeping both accounts, AND, I will be blogging on both my &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://www.imgoinginsane.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; and my Blogger. It's just that some of the things I post here won't be seen on my &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://www.imgoinginsane.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;. Teehee. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray! This blog FINALLY looks decent now. :) I've been pretty busy these past few weeks because of PW and *cough* homework *cough* so I wasn't really able to edit this blog until today. Still not done though. I'll prolly finish it on... Saturday, if ever I have the time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* I better go do my GPP now. (I've been procrastinating since 9:30pm. Now it's... 3:22am already. 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